Zhao Xiaoyu, who had been lying quietly in bed, seemed to have suddenly gone crazy. She clutched tightly at her own neck and roared through gritted teeth, "Why do you want to be an actress?! Why are you daydreaming?! You clearly know what your family background is like; you clearly know how impossible it is! Why are you so obstinate?! Why are you so delusional?! You harmed Dad and Mom, and you harmed Little Brother! Go die! Go die!!!!"
Her voice sounded like it was being torn out of her throat as the girl mercilessly strangled herself.
Lu An darted forward right away. She put down the things in her hands and restrained Zhao Xiaoyu.
Zhao Shuangping and his wife, who were sitting on the floor, as well as the young man who had been about to leave, rushed over anxiously. Their eyes were filled with pain and conflict.
"Daughter, Daughter…"
"Sis, don't. Don't die…"
"Alright, alright, it's fine, it's fine!"
