An Lan, on the contrary, wasn't that angry.
She had long known what sort of people Huo Jiajia and Sun Lanfang were.
An Lan took the initiative to pour Liu Nuanxi a glass of water and even comforted her.
"Don't take this to heart. It's not worth upsetting yourself over, and besides, didn't we buy so many beautiful clothes for the baby today? It's not like we came away empty-handed. Let's just stay home for the next few days and relax."
Liu Nuanxi nodded and agreed.
That night, when An Lan went to bed, she suddenly felt a sense of palpitations and couldn't fall asleep. She covered her chest with one hand and sat on the edge of the bed, staring straight out of the window.
Only then did she realize that, at some point, a strong wind had started blowing outside. The wind whistled through the gaps in the window, sounding like someone crying, which made it even harder for her to sleep.
An Lan got up, walked to the window, and shut it tightly.
