Xie Minglang woke from a dream.
He suddenly sat up, panting and wiped his face, feeling his hand wet with sweat.
Thinking about the situation in the dream, Xie Minglang felt a tightness in his heart, always having a very bad premonition.
Why would he have such a dream?
The dream was incredibly realistic, unlike any other he had before; it was as if it had truly happened.
Thinking about Yu Anjing's eyes filled with grievance at the moment of her death, those eyes lingering on him with reluctance, as well as Anning's underhanded tactics and her pretentious acts, Xie Minglang felt so pained he could hardly breathe.
How could there be such a person?
Not only did she take credit for her sister's achievements, but she also pushed her own sister towards death?
In his life, Xie Minglang disliked such hypocritical women the most.
