章 707: Do You Hate Me This Much? (7)

It was true.

That huge fire eight years ago had razed everything to the ground, everything in the house and the garden.

Even that flower pot had been charred—obviously useless.

But if that was the case, was the scene before her just her imagination?

She turned and saw that Shen Liangchuan too had an extremely troubled expression.

She took a step back in fright and grabbed Shen Liangchuan's hand at once. The door flew open before she could open her mouth to speak.

An elderly woman walked out. With a hoarse voice, she called out, "Who's that?"

Then she saw the two people in front of her. Her gaze finally fell on Qiao Lian. After a moment of silence, her eyes lit up suddenly as she exclaimed with a voice choked with emotions, "Little Miss? Little Miss, you're back!"

Qiao Lian immediately walked forward and took the old woman's hand.

Stunned, she cried out, "Senior Auntie Zhang?!"