Yan qingsi suddenly stood up. The hatred she had for Xia rushuang had reached an insane level. She had never hated someone so much before.
Even if she were to die, she would feel that it was a kind of advantage.
Xia rushuang had manipulated and hurt their lives for decades.
Her mother's life had been completely rewritten by her, and Xia rushuang was still enjoying everything that originally belonged to nie qiuping without any guilt.
Yan qingsi's mind was filled with images of her mother's death. She had lost her identity when she was five years old, her parents and brothers. When she grew up, she lost her husband, but Xia rushuang wanted to take away her chance to live.
Yan qingsi stood up abruptly."Come with me."
She walked very quickly, not stopping even when Yue tingfeng called her.
When they arrived at Xia rushuang's ward, Yan qingsi kicked the door open.