An Yeqiu ignored whatever her mother was saying and ran straight toward An Li, yanking the cello case off her back in one go.
An Li's face flushed red like blood, her whole body shaking with anger as she watched An Yeqiu squat on the stairs and roughly unzip her cello case.
Right in front of An Li, An Yeqiu rummaged through her cello, making a complete mess of it.
And time was ticking by, second by second; An Li's tears almost slipped out of her control.
She had been living this kind of life without respect for over ten years.
Now she was already grown, yet no one here cared about her dignity at all.
Forcing back her urge to cry, An Li said, "Do you believe me now?"
Only then did An Yeqiu straighten up, looking at her with a face full of disappointment. "Even if you don't have it on you right now, you've probably stashed it somewhere. Sooner or later I'll find it on you."
An Li had no intention of responding to her and squatted down to start tidying up the case.
