He gently patted her shoulder, and Jian Yixue's sobbing gradually stopped.
A notification dinged—it was the sound of a text message arriving on a phone.
Jian Yixue's phone was on the bedside table. Yan Yichen glanced over and saw a message from Jian Shengbao:
[Damn! Why haven't you got the money yet? You worthless woman! Having a sister like you is a curse! Enjoying being used, aren't you? Want me to find more people for you to enjoy?]
Perhaps because Jian Yixue didn't reply, Jian Shengbao sent a few more messages, each more vulgar than the last, making even a man like Yan Yichen find it unbearable to read.
His eyes turned frosty. He picked up the phone and deleted all the messages, then blocked Jian Shengbao's number.
Out of sight, out of mind. It's better not to taint Xiaoxue's eyes with this kind of trash.
