Yuan Sichun gritted her teeth as her entire body trembled. She seemed to have been holding it in. In the end, the expression on her face suddenly turned ferocious. She picked up a porcelain ornament and threw it at the mirror.
Shen Fanxing, I want you to die a horrible death!
The noise in the bedroom was so loud that the entire villa could hear it. The servants looked at each other and lowered their heads as if they had not heard anything.
When Ye Zhiqing heard the sound, she rushed over. When she opened the door, she couldn't help but tremble when she saw her daughter smashing everything in the room.
"Sichun! Are you crazy?!"
Yuan Sichun didn't stop at all. She smashed almost everything she could before she gradually stopped.
Only then did Ye Zhiqing see the new and old wounds on Yuan Sichun's body.
"How did this happen?!"
Yuan Sichun's body was still trembling. Ye Zhiqing pulled her pajamas over her with an anxious expression.