Si Lisao walked over, staring at the tightly shut door, his mature and serious handsome face devoid of any expression. "You can do whatever you like."
Ye Nianbai, the little guy, had eyes red with anger, his little toy gun twirling in his fingers. "Xiaoye is going to flip this place!"
Si Lisao's cold voice uttered three words, "Then flip it."
And so, when Mo Yinhe's fleet of saucer-shaped aircraft arrived majestically at the Imperial Capital of Mu Continent, intending to surround the Bai Family estate, they discovered that the entire place, except for the courtyard where Old Madam Bai lived, had been razed to the ground. Even the courtyard Si Mingjing had previously inhabited was gone!
Si Mingjing sat in the plane, looking down through the window. She was taken aback. "What happened?"
Bai Danfeng, seated behind her, was also dumbfounded. "Where's my maternal home?"
On the leveled foundation lay a banner with large, poster-sized letters: Under Reconstruction…
