An Yuqian was too agitated, her grip on Qiao Xiaren's hand getting tighter. She didn't even notice that her nails had dug into Xiaren's flesh.
"Who told you to come look for me? Let me guess, was it Lan Lan?" Qiao Xiaren suddenly laughed. But the danger in her eyes held a fatal indifference that startled An Yuqian. She instinctively let go of her hand, "It's not Lanlan's fault, I came here on my own. Xiaren, can you bear to let your mother live such a stressful life in the Lan family? Just do this for your mother, just this once."
Qiao Xiaren pushed her hand away expressionlessly and took a few steps back.
An Yuqian glanced at the man not far away, knowing this was the man Lan Lan wanted to marry so badly, feeling a pang in her heart.
Looking at An Yuqian, Qiao Xiaren felt that this woman had never truly understood her, otherwise she wouldn't have such ridiculous ideas.
