She waited for a few seconds, and then the hallway quieted down before Xin Ni descended the stairs.
No wonder she and Zhang Guifang could share the same enemy; it turned out that her family also had such a mess to deal with.
Xin Ni laughed.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and suddenly, she was very curious to see what the woman who troubled An Hao and whom An Hao disliked looked like.
Xin Ni tiptoed toward the corner of the first-floor hallway, where she saw a woman in a white coat standing. Her curly long hair was tied in a ponytail, and her attractive face was adorned with meticulous makeup, exuding an aura quite unlike that of ordinary people.
Upon seeing this beautiful woman, Xin Ni even felt somewhat ashamed of herself.
Cheng Yu looked down at the brocade box in her hands, where the little tank made of bullet casings had been returned by An Hao, along with that stack, the maple leaves she had sent from all over the country.