Chapter 13
Master Zhan, Calm Down
Chased by a Devil, Hongmen Banquet!
That was why she didnât want to be involved with Rong Zhan even more.
She didnât plan to see how those people âloveâ each other during her trip home either.
Revenge could not be rushed. She would control everything from behind the scenes and slowly watch this family morph from a loving one to one that tortured and killed each other before one side won. This wayâ¦
She smirked coldly.
Maybe she would feel even more accomplished?
Sang Xia left the bathroom, changed into a black outfit and headed home.
âGive me another ten minutes. Iâm arriving.â
Rong Zhan hung up Tang Yeâs call and stepped on the accelerator, driving towards the nightclub.
A luxurious and eye-catching Ferrari sports car flew across the road. A man had a cigarette between his lips as his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. The slightly long hair before his forehead covered half of his eyes, but it couldnât hide the dark aura around him.
That box of medication kept appearing in Rong Zhanâs mind.
Contraceptive pills.
He had told her to leave too hurriedly before, so when he returned to the room, he didnât expect her to leave so quickly. She even took that box of contraceptive pills with her.
Ha.
Did she hate him so much to not want to have a single tie with him?
Loud cracking sounds suddenly sounded from Rong Zhanâs fingers wrapped around the steering wheel.
A certain man was currently unhappy and annoyed and when his narrow eyes suddenly glanced outside, he drove on for another ten meters before he realized what he had seen. He instantly stepped on the brakes at the traffic junction.
âSh*t!â
Rong Zhan cursed softly as he stared at a certain womanâs slender figure standing by the road through his rear mirror. His eyes narrowed dangerously as his grip on the steering wheel tightened unconsciously as well.
Why did this woman come here?! Didnât he tell her to go move her things from that poor and tattered place she was staying at?!
Did she treat his words as nothing?!
The long-gone feeling of being ignored filled him once more as a humiliated and angry emotion swelled within him.
Rong Zhan was about to get off his car when the woman behind suddenly reached out to flag a taxi down before getting in it straight away.
She did not notice him at all.
Rong Zhanâs expression was a little dark now.
He sat back into his seat and stared at the taxi. He had something on later, but he couldnât control his mind and body as he started following behind that taxi.
He really wanted to see if this woman was playing with him and treated him as nothing.
She better not! If not, heâd definitely punish her!
Sang Xia took a taxi home.
With so many troubles in her mind right now, she didnât notice that someone was following behind the taxi.
The moment she arrived home, Auntie Lee ran to the porch and told her with concern, âAiya, Miss, how did you make your father angry? Heâs currently throwing a temper saying that he wants to break your legs.â
Sang Xia raised an eyebrow slightly, her expression as calm as ever.
In the past, because she was attending school in another place, she was rarely by his side. However, once Sang Zhirou came to her so-called home, she had been ignored automatically. On top of her affected mental state from all that had happened, she was in a daze every day and her father despised her even more.
How could she compare to Sang Zhirou, who was pretty, had a sweet voice and knew how to sweet-talk as well?
Sang Xiaâs eyes were calm as she wasnât affected by the threats.
What hadnât she experienced yet? She was no longer that kind teenage girl that saw the world with pink tones.
However, she still smiled a little.
When Sang Zhirou called her earlier, she didnât tell her that she had called her back for a Hongmen
Banquet
.
Right now, Sang Zhengwei had immediately walked out after hearing some noises outside.
He was holding onto an ashtray and instantly rushed towards her, waving the ashtray towards her ruthlessly as he shouted angrily, âYou vile daughter! Kneel down!â
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