"If you go back on your word, beware the ghost that knocks on your door at midnight." Shangguan You's chilly voice rang in Shen Jia's ears, and she suddenly felt a draft behind her. Turning around, she glared fiercely at Shangguan You.
"Jia, Uncle, Auntie, over here." The gentle voice swept over everyone like a breath of spring wind. Beneath the sunlight, which illuminated a face of cultivated grace and courtesy, a tall figure emerged from a luxury car and waved at the three members of the Shen family.
Shangguan You's body instantly stiffened, her hands tightly clenching together. She hadn't expected to encounter him again on her first day back in Beijing, a voice that she would recognize even if it turned to ash. Her body began to tremble slightly, her normally rosy complexion now as pale as a sheet.
