Because Yan Huan’s every word was dripping with blood.
Yan Huan walked over and stood in front of Zhu Xianglan. “Say, how good is your abacus? Do you think so? Of course, you did the same.”
Zhu Xianglan did not know what to say for a long time, and she could not refute because that was what she did. But what was wrong with what she did? What was wrong with her?
She was only protecting her wife and her home. She was not wrong.
Yan Huan smiled coldly at Zhu Xianglan again. His eyes were still as calm as a Dead Sea. Whether it was Su Muran or Su Qingdong, she would not be in her eyes, nor would she leave too much of an impression.
She turned around. In that instant, she realized that she was ruthless and cold
“Yan Huan, Ranran is your biological sister. You Can’t not save her.”
When Zhu Xianglan saw that Yan Huan was about to leave, she hurriedly took another step forward.
