At the entrance of He Yanrong's bedroom, Liu Li said worriedly, "Alright, you should go back and get some sleep."
"Feifei will be coming over for dinner later."
"Who cares about her? You're already in this state; how do you have the energy to cook?"
Just then, Liu Xiaoxiao walked out from inside.
"Mom, I'm hungry!"
As soon as she saw He Yanrong, Liu Xiaoxiao eagerly dragged her into her room.
A few minutes later, Liu Xiaoxiao left with a look of resentment in her eyes.
This time, she was truly starving.
He Yanrong had just laid down on the bed, planning to rest for a while, when she received a call from an unfamiliar number.
She didn't think much about it.
But as soon as she heard the voice on the other end, her face turned pale.
Because the voice belonged to Liu Hongjie—the person she hated most in her lifetime.
Just as she was about to hang up, Liu Hongjie's threatening voice came through.
