An Lan furrowed her brow, looking at Second Uncle An with disbelief.
After her father went to prison, she knew Second Uncle An had become arrogant.
But he still had some scruples; he hadn't been so blatant. Using the Ye family to scare them last night did indeed work, but why had everything suddenly changed today?
She frowned, "Second Uncle, you..."
Before she finished speaking, a voice came from behind her, "An Lan, I've always liked that room of yours. I'll give you half an hour to pack up and move out, or I'll have the maid throw your stuff out!"
An Zi's face was still swollen, and the slap mark was clearly visible.
But her attitude was incredibly arrogant.
An Lan didn't speak, and then a maid asked in the room, "Mr. An, should we pack up everything here?"
As her words fell, An Lan suddenly turned around and saw several people were moving her mother's favorite guzheng, intending to take it outside.
