Cheng Anyue was crying so hard that she didn't even notice that someone had entered the room.
"Why are you crying again?" The man's cold voice came from above.
Cheng Anyue's crying stopped instantly. She turned around and saw a tall man standing behind her. He was staring at her with his dark eyes. His gaze was deep.
She pouted, and her tears fell even more violently.
An Shiyu watched her cry and frowned, feeling a little irritated.
"Throwing a tantrum?" An Shijin asked.
Cheng Anyue turned her head and ignored him.
An Shijin felt that he had spent all his patience on her. If it had been anyone else, he would have gotten them thrown out.
"Your crying habit hasn't changed."
Cheng Anyue was already unhappy, and after hearing what he said, she became even more unhappy.
"Who's the crybaby?" She turned her head and glared at him, huffing in anger.
However, his words were a little strange.
