1670. Who doesn't know how to act like a White Lotus?
"You…" For a moment, Mu Xue was so choked she couldn't get a word out.
Mu Anran, on the other hand, only grew more aggressive as she fought.
She hadn't said more than a couple of sentences before her eyes quickly turned red.
She looked as if she'd suffered endless grievances, pitiful enough to make anyone's heart ache: "No matter what, we were sisters once. You can ignore sisterly bonds, fine, but you keep on framing me, stealing the results of my hard work. I kept thinking, the businesses you usually run aren't easy either, so this time I might as well let you have it. I've got plenty of opportunities anyway… But you?"
As Mu Anran spoke, she pressed a hand to her chest, looking truly heartbroken:
"I'm the victim here and I still didn't hold it against you! If back then you hadn't kicked your biological parents out of the house and left them to wander the streets, you wouldn't have fallen this low today. Isn't that right?"
