“Mu Tongrui?! Why are you here?”

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman's voice was heard. As soon as Mu Tongrui turned her head, she saw her stepmother, Shen Qiu, coming in from outside.

The pair of scumbag and b*tch upstairs also looked downstairs after hearing the sound.

A trace of panic flashed across Jian Zhe's eyes. “Tongrui, w-why are you back?”

Mu Tongrui curled her lips and stared at Jian Zhe with a sneer. “This is my home, why can't I come back?”

Shen Wanyue, who was leaning in Jian Zhe's arms, smirked, and mocked, “Your home? This villa is not called the Mu's residence now.”

Mu Tongrui frowned. “What do you mean?”

Dressed in a short skirt and a pair of high heels, Shen Wanyue walked down the stairs slowly. “Ten months ago, your father, Mu Guangqing, committed suicide by jumping off the building, leaving behind a large amount of debt. If it weren't for my mother, this villa would have to be mortgaged! So, this house no longer belongs to the Mu's now! It belongs to the Shen's!”

Committed suicide by jumping off the building? How is that possible?

Mu Tongrui grabbed Shen Wanyue's collar, and said angrily with a pale and agitated face, “What nonsense are you talking about? How could my father jump off a building? You'd better give me a clear explanation!”

“Just talk with your mouth! Don't touch me! Let go of me, Mu Tongrui!”

Bam!

Tongrui was pushed to the ground by

whole body hurt like

Wanyue. “Return my dad to me! Did you join hands to kill my

about your dad, huh? Where were you when your dad was in trouble? You disappeared without saying a word for ten whole months, and yet you only

clearly deposited 10 million into his account! He can't be so desperate that he has

Humph. Dream on!

Shen

Qiu—her father's second wife, and her stepmother—stole the ten

was the

trembling. She choked and said, “You stole the ten million, didn't you? You killed my father, right?! Return my dad to me!

up, she quickly took a fruit knife from a table at the side, and headed toward Shen

Jian Zhe! Hurry up, and

her wrist, while the fruit knife cut the skin on her arm, and fell to the

at her defensively, and yelled angrily, “Wanyue! Go to take out her father's urn

staring at the urn in a

Is it really Dad's

expensive! It's also bad luck to put it at home! So, I'll just give it back to you! Just act like you don't know us when

cheeks. “Dad, why did you jump off the building? How can you leave me before I can see you for the last time?

urn, get out

urn, get out now! Jian Zhe, throw her

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