Huo Zhanting tenderly pulled An Lan into his embrace.
An Lan gently patted Huo Zhanting's arm, indicating that she was already fine, that all those things had happened in the past, and ever since she met Huo Zhanting, those days of suffering had become more and more distant. Leaning against Huo Zhanting's chest, she constantly marveled at her own fortune, the hardships of the past seemed insignificant now.
Although An Lan said nothing more, Huo Zhanting knew that what Zhou Huimin and An Yuxian had done to her was a hundred times worse. Even the medical bills for Fu Juan had to be begged from An Guohua and Zhou Huimin, who would give out living expenses happily if they were in a good mood, or scold and throw An Lan out if they weren't.
