"Luoluo, how can you say such a thing? No matter what your father has done, he's still a father who had raised you." An Jiahui exclaimed in a heartwrenching manner. "Even if your mother..."
"An Jiahui, don't say a thing about my mom." Shui Anluo suddenly lashed out.
Chu Ningyi reached out to grab Shui Anluo's hand, pacifying her anger which An Jiahui had purposely stoked.
His large, warm hand enveloped Shui Anluo's hand. The warmth slowly coursed into her body, stopping the rapid icy pace of her heart.
Shui Anluo looked down and deeply into Chu Ningyi's eyes.
'You, Shui Anluo, still has me, Chu Ningyi, to back you up.'
Those were the words he had said to her earlier in the afternoon. She remembered every word very clearly so she looked up once again and restrained the tremors from her anger. She continued to stare at An Jiahui who acted as if she had just received an angry lash.
"Luoluo, Auntie was only just..."
