When she reached her doorstep, she noticed the front door was ajar.
Ran Xiangsi's heart sank for a moment, but then she thought it might have been left open by Ran Zhonghai and his people when they left?
With this faint hope, Ran Xiangsi pushed open the door.
The lights were still on inside, illuminating the entire room brightly.
The first glimpse upon stepping inside revealed her originally cozy home had been ravaged like a typhoon or earthquake had struck, leaving it filthy and chaotic.
The sofa, TV, coffee table, dining table, and utensils were all destroyed, even the Van Gogh painting of sunflowers on the wall was shattered.
Everything had been smashed.
Ran Xiangsi frowned, gritting her teeth, her watery eyes turned icy cold.
Was this all done by Ran Zhonghai?
What does he even want?
"Princess?" Ran Xiangsi called out, but no response came.
She hurried to the study room, only to find the computer inside had also been smashed. The Princess must not be online.
