Looking at the resentment in Ye Tianjiao's eyes, Ye Ranran raised her head high like a proud rooster that had won a battle: "That's right, I can't stand to see you happy, Ye Tianjiao. When you tried to push me into the fire pit last night, I didn't plan on letting you off."
"You think I'd be scared of your underhanded tactics? Do you really think you can destroy me, or the Ye family? I won't let you succeed."
Ye Ranran enjoyed Ye Tianjiao's twisted and grotesque expression: "Instead of declaring your intentions here, why don't you go and see how your mom is doing? Also, if you've acted above board and managed things well, my tactics wouldn't matter, would they?"
"I'm just afraid that there's nothing inside, and when a storm comes, everything will collapse." Ye Ranran mimicked a crumbling gesture.
Without looking at Ye Tianjiao's face, black as ink, Ye Ranran left with a myriad of grace and charm.
Just as she stepped out of the Ye family's gate, Ye Ranran saw a familiar car.