The sound of Bai Xiexie's voice came through, but An Xiaoru glared at her—
"You have no idea how much effort your dad and I have put into this matter. Otherwise, he would've just stayed in that school. What could he have achieved? If it wasn't for Shu Yan's suppression and revenge, your dad would definitely not be just at this level now."
Whenever An Xiaoru mentioned Shu Yan, she felt a hatred that made her teeth itch, and even her tone became a few degrees sharper and colder.
"It's also your father's good-for-nothing character! He can even mess up a simple task. That little slut Shu Yimo must have gotten wind of something. If she knew we were closely involved in your dad's affairs and managed to get all the details, I'd say we might as well forget about it!"
An Xiaoru's face darkened significantly, feeling as if she could still perceive the cold of the wall where Shu Yimo had pinned her.
