A moment later, she hooked the corner of her lips, feigning a casual smile, "All in all, that family doesn't like me, and I don't like that family anymore."
No matter the emotion, as long as there is giving, there will always be the desire to take.
Over the years, she had done her best to play the role of the good daughter and sister, but what she gave and what she received were far too disproportional.
Li Yuntang gazed at her intently for a moment, then poured a third glass of whiskey and gently placed it in front of her, "Xiaye, some things can't be forced, don't take it too much to heart."
"... Yeah." Yan Xiaye had just started to speak when she found herself choking up involuntarily.
She buried her head deeply, like a child who had done something wrong, picked up the harsh liquid, and downed it in one gulp.
Li Yuntang withdrew his gaze and dropped a button into one of the empty glasses, starting the second round of the game.
As expected, Yan Xiaye lost round after round.
