On the second day, An Lan was woken up by a series of phone rings. She closed her eyes and reached out in the direction of where the phone was placed on the bedside table. Seizing the cold phone, she picked up the call without even looking and placed it to her ear. Before she had the chance to speak, an angry voice came through from the other end.
"An Lan, you're nothing but some dirty money, there's no need for you to humiliate me here. Who cares about your filthy money? Ha, after all, people like you think everything in the world can be bought with money! I will never take your money, I find it disgusting."
An Xuan's words came out like a burst from a machine gun, rat-tat-tat without pausing for An Lan to speak. Then, he hung up the phone. An Lan parted her lips, opened her drowsy eyes to glance at the disconnected call, and for a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming.
