Faced with Sun Xuehui's dilemma, if she didn't behave properly, didn't work hard to please every member of the family, she might one day end up homeless.
And the root of all this was her father, it was he who had made her live humbly for eighteen years.
As if sensing that gaze, after An Ran finished talking with Sun Wangbei and was looking for Huo Shaohua, her eyes fell on An Youcai.
An Youcai immediately forced a smile, involuntarily stepping toward her.
An Ran knew An Youcai would come to the charity night, and had no intention of interacting with him. Seeing An Youcai approaching, she instinctively turned away.
"Ran..." An Youcai stopped her and said, "I just want to say two things to you."
He no longer referred to himself as her father, because he knew he no longer had the face to call himself that in front of her.
An Ran paused, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze wandering around the venue as she asked indifferently, "What do you want to say?"
