Three against one, Bai Yanjiao had even received a slap on her face, with the clear print of five fingers in blood.
She rushed over with heartache, pulled Bai Yanjiao into her arms, and held her tight, like a cow protecting her calf, "What are you doing! An Hao, what do you want to do to your sister?"
"What do I want to do to her?" An Hao laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke, laughing until the corners of her eyes reddened, "Is it me who wants to do something to her, or is it you who want to do something to me? Bai Xue, Bai Yanjiao, where did I, An Hao, wrong you that you hate me so much? You won't rest until you've ruined my life, will you? Will you!"
An Hao became agitated, and even her voice changed.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand!" Bai Xue defended her daughter, denying the accusations An Hao made.
