"I don't think there's anything to talk about," An Ning said without any interest.
An Jiancheng once again was furious. "Nothing to discuss? Do you think I want to talk to you? Why did you say in front of everyone that your aunt is a mistress? That your sister is a bastard? Can't you keep your fucking mouth shut?"
"Isn't what I said the truth?" An Ning retorted lightly, not angry, yet full of sarcasm.
An Jiancheng was at a loss for words, then irrationally cursed. "So what if it's the truth? Did I ever tell you not to blabber to others? You fucking don't listen to me, looking for a beating, aren't you?"
Ever since Zhou Shiran stepped through the door, this was how An Jiancheng would speak to her, stringing together curse words, completely lacking the image of a father.
The father from the past wasn't like this, always polite and loving towards her.
Recalling this, An Ning's heart was filled with bitterness.
