Xiao Xiao looked at her dejected appearance, suspiciously, "An Ran, are you feeling sorry for An Sijia? Don't forget how your adoptive mother treated you back then, and how An Sijia treated you. If I'm not mistaken, she probably climbed into Ye Sheng's bed using this method in the past. Fortunately, Young Master Sun was sharp enough not to fall for her tricks."
Xiao Xiao, An Ran's best friend, knew better than anyone else what kind of life An Ran lived in the An Family.
Feeling sorry for them? An Ran didn't think she felt sorry for them, just that An Youcai's looming figure when he rushed in felt like a thorn piercing into her heart.
At some point, it was also what she hoped for. From childhood to adulthood, watching An Youcai and Sun Xuehui dote on An Sijia, she couldn't help but envy them. She knew she was just an adopted daughter and shouldn't expect too much, but deep down, she longed for a father who would love, care for, and protect her.
