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"Are you satisfied now, happy?" Qiao Jingxue stared at Zhou Siheng, her teeth clenched as she spoke, "Are you feeling smug right now?"

"Calm down a bit." Zhou Siheng picked up one of the copies of the document, "There are two copies; yours is on the table."

Qiao Jingxue just sat stiffly without moving.

Only when she saw Zhou Siheng stand up did she slowly start to speak, her tone indescribably cold and sickly, "Zhou Siheng, you must always remember that it was the Zhou family who wronged me first."

She had already fallen into an obsession, and anything further said was futile.

Zhou Siheng frowned but didn't respond.

The night outside was oppressively dark, with large snowflakes sweeping under the eaves, lavishly blanketing the world below.

Zhou Siheng stood at the doorway, the black Bugatti Veyron approaching slowly from not far away.

The driver opened the door for him, and just as he was about to get in, a flurry of hurried footsteps came from behind.