Yan Zhirou crossed her arms and walked up to Yan Xinxin with an air of superiority.
"Tsk tsk, just been crying?"
She sneered and laughed.
"The person's been dead for five years. You neither saw them nor raised them, so what's there to be sad about!"
"For someone like you, Yan Zhirou, even if you did give birth or raise someone, you wouldn't care. All you ever see is money."
Yan Xinxin raised her starry eyes and retorted coldly.
"That's right! All I see is money! With money, I can buy anything I want—even emotions can be bought!"
"Then go ahead and buy them! Don't let me get in the way of your fortune."
Yan Xinxin shot her a cold glance before decisively turning away.
"Yan Xinxin, stop right there!"
Yan Zhirou hurried forward and grabbed Yan Xinxin by the arm.
"Let go!"
Yan Xinxin raised her beautiful eyes, their gaze sharp.
Yan Zhirou momentarily froze, reluctantly releasing her grip.
