Ever since she had been kicked out of the board by Zhan Yang, Duan xiuhui had not left her room for a few days.
These days, Zhan Yang had not returned to his room to sleep.
Or rather, ever since he was diagnosed with brain cancer, his time had become very precious.
He had used all his time to fight for time with the Fenghuo group, but he had never given her the warmth that belonged to her husband.
Zhan Jia 'er was pushed into Duan xiuhui's room. When she saw that the originally luxurious and luxurious bedroom was now in a decadent and dark state, her eyes, which were filled with gloominess and hatred, quickly flashed with a trace of disdain.
Her mother was such a woman who looked strong but was actually weak.
Duan xiuhui seemed to be of noble birth and extraordinary status, as if she could do anything she wanted. However, in Zhan Jia 'er's eyes, she had had a smooth life and had never suffered any setbacks.