"An Ning, you are too much. If you keep talking like this, even as my own sister, I'll be angry," An Yu said angrily.
However, because his expression was too grim, it tugged at the wound on his forehead, making him grimace in pain.
Standing at the door, An Bingfeng felt a pang of heartache and was about to step inside, but he heard An Ning speak, "Am I not speaking the truth? Staying in the Gao Family, even if there's no great fortune, Gao Mutou would sincerely care for her. But what would she have if she went to the capital city?"
Under An Yu's astonished gaze, An Ning spoke, but to him, every word sounded like the voice of a devil.
An Ning said, "Going to the capital city, all she would have is unfamiliarity, the anxiety of leaving her hometown, the humiliation of facing the disdainful gazes of others. But what she would lose is the person who could always stand by her side."
