Seeing her older brother, An Xiaxia felt like she had just found her patron. She poured out her grievances all at once.
"Brother… sob… Brother…" She burst into convulsive sobs and pointed at Sheng Yize behind her. "He's there!"
"The phantom… of the opera?" An Yibei said with an expressionless face.
"…" An Xiaxia stopped crying right away, baffled by An Yibei's dry humor.
Even Sheng Yize behind them couldn't help but feel speechless.
Once An Xiaxia stopped crying, An Yibei said with disdain, "Xiaxia, do you think you can cry as beautifully as the actresses in Korean dramas? They never let their noses run when they shed tears. Do you have any idea how ugly you look now?"
An Xiaxia sniveled and asked piteously, "Do I look that bad? Sob…"
"Yes. Yes, you do." An Yibei said decisively. Seeing that An Xiaxia was going to cry again at his harsh comment, he gave her a little push. "Go wash your face. I'll — take it from here."
