"An Yuxian." An Lan squeezed these three words out from between his teeth, feeling deep regret in his heart, letting An Yuxian leave at noon today, otherwise she wouldn't have had the chance to dance in front of Aunt Li.
An Yuxian crossed her arms, looking at An Lan with a smug expression, "An Lan, you're just angry out of embarrassment now. I just told An Xuan's foster mother the truth. She raised An Xuan for more than twenty years and deserves to know the truth. I just couldn't bear to see her, someone with white hair, send off someone with black hair."
"An Yuxian! Stop spreading fear here. Xiaoxuan is fine! Aunt Li won't be someone with white hair sending off someone with black hair!" An Lan's voice suddenly rose, as Huo Zhanting stood aside, coldly watching An Yuxian.
