After hanging up the phone, she was feeling in the dumps, and her eyes gradually became wet.
An Zhixin tilted back her head to prevent her tears from falling.
Why did she have such a father?
She missed her childhood when she lived with her mother. Although they didn't have much, at least it hadn't been so draining.
As she ruminated, she couldn't help but think about Mu Xiaoxiao.
Fate was really unfair. Extremely unfair!
An Zhixin wiped her tears with the back of her hand and cleared the glasses onto the tray. Just when she was about to leave, someone suddenly appeared and grabbed her hand.
It was a drunkard, and he stared at her lasciviously.
"I recognize you… You are An Furen's daughter, right? I thought you looked familiar! Come, I will buy you for one night."
With that said, his pair of disgusting hands reached out to touch An Zhixin.
