Compared to the bright sunshine of Modu, the weather in Beijing at this moment was a bit gloomy, giving off a sense of an impending storm.
Beijing, Yang Family.
Yang Anlong sat on the sofa with a faint smile on his face, as if the usual decadence and anger had all disappeared, but a trace of ruthlessness and malice flashed in his eyes, indicating that his inner feelings were different from his appearance, a typical case of duplicity.
At this moment, in the hall of the Yang Family, Yang Anlong was sitting on a single sofa, leisurely sipping tea, and opposite him, Avril's appearance was no different from usual, emitting a faint light aura all over her body, and her fiery and charming face attracted everyone's attention.
