"Xinran, you're a good child, but I, as your aunt, still had to come and beg you, please let go of Yichen, will you?"
Tian Birou, crying, stood up from the sofa and tried to kneel in front of Qiao Xinran, but Qiao Xinran grabbed her and deftly sidestepped away.
"Auntie, please don't do this…"
Her heart felt as if it was being squeezed by a pair of hands, being roughly kneaded, Qiao Xinran felt like she could hardly breathe.
Seated on the sofa, dabbing her tears, Tian Birou spoke in a low voice, "It's all because I am such a useless mother, it's me, unable to help Yichen and his dad. Otherwise, if the Mo's were strong enough, they wouldn't need to arrange a marriage match, and Yichen could marry the person he wants to marry, instead of being put in such a difficult position as he is now."
"Xinran, do you know?"
