An Lan was truly getting angry now.
Xiao Yihe, the offender, the beneficiary, actually had the audacity to resent the victim—it was utterly inconceivable. On the other end of the phone, Xiao Yihe was dumbstruck by the scolding.
He didn't react for a moment, then An Lan heard a loud thump from the other side of the phone, like the sound of something heavy hitting the ground hard, and she held her phone a bit further from her ear.
"An Lan, my mother didn't deliberately interfere with someone else's marriage, and, if I had been with the Huo Family, if someone had nurtured me from a young age, my business abilities might not necessarily be weaker than Huo Zhanting's..."
Xiao Yihe hadn't finished speaking when An Lan interrupted him.
"Right, right, right, your mother didn't intentionally intrude into Zhan Ting's mother's family, nor did she intend to have you, nor did she intend to raise you to this size, instilling in you that you must inherit the Huo Family business."
