He forced himself to calm down and finish reading what Su Miaoyan had written. Most of it recounted her humiliation and abuse in the village, which made his anger burn even hotter.
But on the last page, Su Miaoyan's crooked lines painted a different scene.
"Daniu brother made me wild vegetable porridge, and the bad woman who hit me met a man. The man wore black clothes with purple sleeves. He said his surname was Hua and that he likes flowers...Hua, Hua, Hua."
Xiao Yu furrowed his brows as he read these lines, "Hua…"
Xiao Yu's residence was concealed, not as spacious as Qilin Garden, with just two courtyards. Mu Qianya took it upon herself to move to the smaller courtyard, tidy up a room, and prepare her toiletries. She heated water in the kitchen, readying for a bath.
She was not as delicate as most young misses from rich families; she could do anything and even knew a bit of martial arts.
