Her reaction scared Yin Ruge and she immediately handed An Xiaxia her phone from out of her bag.
An Xiaxia dialed An Yibei's number, then in a trembling voice, she told him about the portrait.
An Yibei didn't speak for a moment. He than snapped, "You're coming back this moment! I'll book you a ticket!"
"Brother, you're being unreasonable! Do you know something?" An Xiaxia felt her heart sink lower and lower.
An Yibei cut her off impatiently. "International phone calls are expensive. That's it."
He hung up after that. An Xiaxia was desperate with anxiety, but there was nothing she could do.
Yin Ruge patted her on the back. "Fought with your brother again?"
"It's not that… He told me to go back," An Xiaxia grumbled.
"Uh huh. He told me that you broke up with your boyfriend…" Yin Ruge grinned. "Don't let it get to you. I'll take you shopping in the duty free shops! You'll then go back home happier than ever! Let that scumbag rot!"
