Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife

Shi Lingyan seemed to have lost patience at this point, opening the door and entering.

Disappointment was self-evident.

The solid golden nanmu door closed, barring her from the inside.

Shi Mei gazed at the door she had once handpicked, repressing the nonchalant smile that was spread across her face.

Was she... being driven away?

This was clearly her home, her house!

On the property deed, both her name and Shi Lingyan’s were written, their nest.

Years ago, she had devoted more than a year’s effort to decorate this house, making it into her ideal home.

And now, the other owner of the house had driven her away.

Shi Mei’s gaze lowered slightly, and she decisively turned around.