"Here's the thing, maybe Uncle Zheng didn't tell you, I'm the tenant of this house, so the right to live here belongs to me now. Everything in this house is mine, including that ring on your finger!"
Zheng Fen looked at Bai Yiran, sneered, and calmly started dressing. Bai Yiran frowned; the clothes Zheng Fen was wearing were also hers, but when worn by Bai Yiran they were loose, while on Zheng Fen they became tight-fitting.
Bai Yiran tightened her grip on the clothesline pole, her eyes filled with more disdain for Zheng Fen. Initially, she intended to discuss things amicably, since Mrs. Zheng usually treated her well. But now, Bai Yiran had none of that sentiment left.
"You say you're the tenant here, do you have any proof?" Zheng Fen's voice was lazy, with a hint of a rogue attitude.
"I signed a contract with Uncle Zheng!"
