She believed that there was nothing wrong with her actions, at least she had asked Gu Yixuan for money, but Mo Ran was engaged in losing trades.
"Sister, is that what you think I am?" Mo Ran asked, shocked, eyes wide open.
"Heh, in your heart, am I not that sort of person as well?" Mo Yan sneered.
This was the first time the sisters had torn off their masks to scold each other.
Mo Ran felt that money, this thing, really wasn't good at all.
Initially, for money, their father was framed. Now, for money, Mo Yan wanted to turn against her.
Could it be that human life and family bonds are so fragile in front of money?
Is money that good?
Mo Ran's shoulders slumped in dejection, she said weakly, "I'm tired, you all talk, I'm going to rest."
She wanted to leave, but Gu Yixuan held her back, pulling her into his arms, looking at her with a tone full of doting.
