227: Iceberg

Lying in bed, she suddenly felt completely drained.

The image that surfaced in her mind was still Gu Qichen's icy face.

Xia Yangyang's heart felt as if it was blocked by a stone.

She felt stifled as if struggling for breath.

Xia Yangyang turned over in bed when the door was flung open.

Seeing the figure confidently striding into the room, Xia Yangyang couldn't help but frown.

"Xia Weiwei, it's basic manners to knock before entering one's room."

Xia Weiwei crossed her arms, mocking condescendingly, "Xia Yangyang, this is my home, everything here is mine, and you're no more than a pitiful tenant in my house. Also, I forgot to tell you; I changed the lock to our front door. There are only three keys and none of them are yours."

"Xia Weiwei, I'm exhausted, don't provoke me, otherwise, I promise you it won't end well."