An Xiaowan's hands on her side clenched into a tight fist. Her eyes were filled with hatred.
"Du Yunlan! Father is still lying sick on the bed. As his wife, let's not talk about how you don't give a damn about his health, but now you even want to sell the house he worked so hard to build. Do you even have a conscience?"
An Xiaowan could no longer keep her feelings under control.
She once again felt Du Yunlan had a part to play in the calamity that befell upon her father, An Yanmo.
"It looks like she never even had any feelings for Father," thought An Xiaowan.
"Wan, your father is not going to wake up anyway. He wouldn't know whether we sell the house or not." Du Yunlan shook her head. "And anyway, isn't he lying there thanks to you, Wan."
"Whoever landed him in this predicament, knows it in her own heart!"
An Xiaowan was suddenly overcome with a sense of helplessness.
She was helpless in the face of reality.
