She knew that An Yuxian wasn't truly being kind-hearted in speaking for her, An Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes, her words seemed to be persuading An Xuan, but in fact, they were igniting a fuse.
"Yuxian, you are just too kind-hearted, you trust everyone, if An Lan really cared about you, how could she have bullied you for so many years, remained unmoved by your struggle to survive, she must be feigning kindness now, don't be fooled by her sugar-coated bullets."
Sure enough, An Xuan, whose momentum had already weakened, immediately retorted loudly, An Yuxian was only able to nod her head for a long time, unable to utter another word.
An Lan glanced at the time on her wrist, she had already wasted an hour and a half with An Yuxian, she had no interest in listening to An Yuxian's trivial talk or watching her clumsy performance anymore, she coldly cut off their further conversation.
