Qiao Xiaon'an looked at Yuan Yifan's pitiful face streaming with tears and found it absurd. Who was it that turned their sisterly bond into enmity? How did her words seem to result in her being in the wrong now? She had never cared for beating around the bush, so she simply turned around and sat down in the chair behind her desk. "If you're here about Chu Nantian, I have nothing to discuss with you. If it isn't related to work, don't come to see me."
Her slender pale fingers started the computer on the desk. As soon as the company's system loaded, she typed in her password and got engrossed in her work. But Yuan Yifan was still behind her, refusing to leave.
In a voice full of sorrow, she asked, "Sister, do you really hate me this much?"
Qiao Xiaon'an didn't respond and just browsed through the tasks she had to do for the day, "..."
