Anhao didn't care what these strange people were communicating with their eyes. She also didn't care about the gentleness and care that the man who claimed to be her father had towards her and the coldness and arrogance he had towards others.
She only stared at the only person in the room who made her speak reluctantly. She stared at An Ping."Zuo Hancheng is still alive, right? He was only injured? Is he just unwilling to see me because he's injured? Am I right? He must still be alive, right?"
"Anhao." An Ping looked at her daughter, who was pretending to be calm, with heartache in her eyes. She raised her hand and held her shoulder."Hancheng, he already…"
Anhao stared into her eyes and suddenly said,""Enough, no need to say anymore!"
An Ping's voice paused, but her eyes were filled with heartache and worry.
