Shen Fanxing stepped on the steps along with her cold and arrogant aura.
She didn't respond to Shen Defan's remarks. Instead, she cast him a cold glance and marched into the house.
Shen Defan had been completely ignored by Shen Fanxing. Her composure and indifference in contrast to his anger, made him seem like a clown.
Gritting his teeth, he stormed back to the living room with a cold face. Shen Fanxing had settled on the couch.
…
The sky outside had already turned completely dark. In the spacious living room, the windows were bright and clean. The light overhead made the space seem even more luxurious and bright.
Under the bright white light, one could even see the fine dust moving about in the dead silence.
Shen Fanxing sat comfortably, dressed in a brick red outfit. Her hair was tied up simply in a ponytail, with her arm resting on the armrest. Her red lips were pressed tightly and her head was lowered, making it impossible to read her expression.
