But the tears had to continue, and as she spoke, she was both choked up and sobbing, gently hanging her head without looking at the face of Old Master Xing, absorbed in her own words, "Yuanzheng... how did you get here? I... I'm all right, I just wanted to do something for my sister..."
"You're all right!?" With no interest in hearing her out, Old Master Xing immediately interrupted her, his tone filled with malice and indifference that made her pause, suddenly lifting her head—
Only then did she find that the man's face had no trace of pity, only annoyance, and even a hint of hatred.
"Yuanzheng... I... I was just trying to help..."
Having said that, she couldn't help but look pitifully at Lian Qiao, and she too had a pulled face, apparently completely taken aback.
Indeed, she had only agreed to bring the person over; what happened next was up to fate.
Heavily setting down the lid of the teacup on the coffee table, Old Master Xing's words were filled with gloom and sternness.
