That crazed expression lacked even a shred of rationality.
"I've already told you not to stop me, but you just wouldn't listen. See what you've gotten yourself into now? This is all your own doing—it has nothing to do with me."
As Su Yuerou spoke, her demeanor subtly shifted, becoming unexpectedly composed in that instant.
By the time she stepped out of the small villa, Su Yuerou seemed to have transformed into a different person. Her dressing was only half-finished, and her gait was unfamiliar—nothing like before.
Yet not a single person at the doorway noticed anything unusual about Su Yuerou. Instead, their attention was completely fixated on the wedding of Su Qingnuan and Fu Yihan. Nobody spared a glance at the situation at the door.
Su Yuerou knew full well that these people would never keep strict watch, which provided her an opportunity to act.
