It wasn't until the two people walked away that Baili Xia, a bit disheartened, stepped out from behind the flower bed.
She had heard every word Ning Anran said just now, clearly and distinctly.
A friend of ten-plus years, constantly claiming that for the person they liked, doing anything was rightful and justified.
Ha, she really didn't know that this so-called friend of hers had such a vicious side.
To strike at her?
What exactly were they plotting, and how much had they kept from her?
Were they afraid that after learning the truth, she would seek revenge on Uncle, and so they wanted to get rid of her in advance?
Uncle... what had he done to make her want to seek revenge?
The winter wind, initially just cold, now pierced to the bone.
It was bone-chilling cold, bone-deep pain, yet she didn't even know where it hurt.
After all, what was Uncle up to?
Was the reason he approached her from the beginning also related to this matter?
What were they doing!
