"Dad." Fan Li stomped her foot.
Fan’s father said nothing, just glared at her, and Fan Li imdiately felt her legs go weak, and she knelt down without a word.
Fan’s father also had soone bring over a durian.
And so, Fan Li and Fan Rou knelt together.
"Dad, I have to kneel for three hours, does she have to kneel for three hours too?" Fan Rou asked.
"Always talking too much," Fan’s mother pinched her.
Fan Rou defiantly looked at her: "I only asked because I know Dad is always fair, right Dad?"
Having said that, could he say otherwise? Saying otherwise would make him seem unfair.
"Yes." Even though it pained his heart, Fan’s father had no choice but to answer.
And so, Fan Li also had to kneel for three hours.
She and Fan Rou knelt side by side, and fearing a bad influence, they knelt under a tree.
The night slowly fell, and their figures were shrouded in darkness, with the tree blocking the light, only occasionally allowing light to spill through the gaps in the leaves.
The somber light made Fan Rou’s pale face appear even more sinister and terrifying, like a ghost erging from hell.
Fan Li was initially glaring at her with resentnt, but then didn’t dare to look anymore, fearing that it would give her nightmares.
"Don’t think you’ve won, I’ll still find ways to deal with you," Fan Li said through gritted teeth.
Fan Rou remained silent, too lazy to argue, if talking was useless, she would choose to be silent.
What Fan Li hated most was her attitude, acting as if the whole world had wronged her.
Has anyone ever wronged her?
Half an hour later, Fan Rou stood up, put the durian aside, lowered her head, and looked down at Fan Li.
"What are you looking at? Just go," Fan Li snapped.
Fan Rou still didn’t speak, just looked at her with those dark, bright eyes. Maybe it was the lighting or the environnt, but Fan Li felt that the glow in her eyes resembled that of a wolf’s.
Suddenly, she dared not et her gaze.
Seeing Fan Li lower her head, Fan Rou turned and left.
"Insane," Fan Li muttered under her breath.
After kneeling for three hours, Fan Rou’s legs were weak, each step felt like a thousand pounds.
Her five fingers were pierced by the durian, fresh blood continuously dripping from her fingertips onto the carpet, blooming into small, bright red flowers.
"Can’t you wipe it off before coming in? You’re dirtying the carpet," Fan i said with displeasure.
Fan Rou hurriedly tucked her hands in her pockets: "Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention just now."
Fan i waved her hand: "Hurry and go, I don’t want to see that sad face of yours."
Fan Rou continued walking upstairs.
Her room was on the darkest part of the fourth floor, it faced north, always gloomy, and when she opened the window, she saw the flower room.
Because Fan i loved flowers, Fan’s mother had a flower room built for her.
And the light from her flower room just blocked her sunlight.
Besides the flower room was another building. Passing that building blocked all her sunlight.
Fan Rou thought, one day, she will remove everything that blocks her path.
So she called Ye Ranran, thinking that if she could leak sothing, gain the trust of the Fan family, it would get her a better standing.
That would give her a chance.
"That indeed is a thod, but Rourou, it’s very dangerous." Their insider, if discovered, the Fan family wouldn’t spare her.
Actually, this thod had been ntioned by Jun Mochan, but was imdiately rejected by Ye Ranran.
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