Song Qingchen's threatening words from a few days ago rang in her head —
"Everyone you care for is getting hurt because of your pathetic love… An Xiaxia, just wait and see!"
Her fingers were shaking so much that her phone slipped out of her hand and fell to the floor with a thud, which caught Papa An and An Yibei's attention.
"Xiaxia, what's wrong?" Papa An asked mildly.
An Xiaxia picked up her phone right away and forced a smile. "Nothing… My hand just slipped. The program this year is terrible. I'll go watch some cartoons in my room!"
"Alright. I'll make you some dumplings at midnight." An Xiaxia fled to her room after Papa An's gentle words.
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths, suppressing the panic inside.
Song Qingchen was just a 16-year-old teenager. She couldn't be capable of doing such vile things, could she…
