Moving House (1)

The moment he pushed the door open, the cold wind blew on his face and it felt like it was cutting his flesh. In the cold winter, the coldness was bone-piercing, and the water droplets were frozen.

If she hadn't been forced to do this by that shameless couple, she wouldn't have crawled out of her warm bed in the middle of the night! I'm sorry, she can't sleep. The two of them shouldn't sleep either!

Su Hanyan found a few half-broken bricks in the corner of the courtyard. She went directly to the window under Su Jingheng and his wife and threw all the bricks at the glass window.

Along with the sound of glass shattering, bricks fell into the house.

The cold wind instantly filled the entire room. Su Jingheng was shocked and his legs immediately went soft. Wu Jiaojiao was covered in sweat. She shivered when the cold wind blew.

"Su Hanyan, you little girl, you're crazy!" Wu Jiaojiao shouted angrily.