Zhou Shiran kept shaking her head. "An Ning, this has nothing to do with me and Xueqi, we really didn't, you really can't misunderstand us."
An Jiancheng was instantly furious, pointing at An Ning's nose and cursing. "You bastard, the so-called 'good deeds' you did back then - you don't look at your own faults, but you wrongfully accuse your aunt and your sister? You still haven't realized your own mistakes to this day, I really regret not having killed you on the spot."
An Ning's eyes were red with emotion. "Ever since that incident happened, you've beaten me to death without ever giving me a chance to explain. Even now, An Xueqi wants to use the favoritism you have for her to drain my body dry with blood drawing, and yet you still blindly believe her, refusing to believe a single word I say. You've truly disappointed me."
"Damn it, you're disappointed in me?" An Jiancheng raised his hand, poised to strike An Ning again.
