Lan Qingjia's son, Ran Ran, fiercely clenched his fist, a trace of intense hatred flashing in his eyes.,Now, I'm sitting in your place, using the money you earned, spending your dowry, and even drinking what's yours. It really isn't pleasant at all!,Lan Qingwan was in excruciating pain, her cries sharp and unending. Waves of rage and hatred surged through her, threatening to consume her.。