Lan Nuoyin rolled his eyes at her. Suddenly there was chatter and laughter outside the bathroom.
When Lan Xiaoai heard this voice, a hint of cunning suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth. She quickly lifted up the bucket used to clean the floor and poured water into it, and then poured all the water on her body with a splash. Lan Xiaoai's whole body
She fell heavily to the floor, and then a scream escaped from her fragrant lips...
Before Lan Nuyin figured out what she wanted to do, Yi Yanfeng and An Yuye looked at each other when they heard the voice... An Yuye gave Yi Yanfeng a different look, but Yi Yanfeng had no expression on his face.
"Sister, how could you do this...even if you insult me, how can you say that my mother is a prostitute? Yes, she used to work there, but it was all for me...Sister, I know you
You hate me, you think I have robbed my father's favor, but I, I really haven't, I have tried my best... Can you be considerate of my mother? I can do anything you ask me..."
Lan Xiaoai covered her little face and cried, and Lan Nuyin kept praising her acting skills. It would be a shame for her not to become an actress... But then again, what kind of song was she singing?
"Lan Xiaoai, are you okay?"
"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I will never contradict you again... I..." Before Lan Xiao could finish her words, she stopped when she saw the figure outside the door, tears still lingering in the corners of her eyes,
His whole body was already soaked with water, and when he saw Yi Yanfeng appear, he couldn't help but hug his knees and sobbed aggrievedly.
Only then did Lan Nuoyin understand Lan Xiao's purpose. It turned out to be this.
Turning around, Yi Yanfeng's face turned cold, showing the calmness that belonged to him.
Behind Yi Yanfeng, An Yuye scratched his head and looked helplessly at the scene in front of him.
Yi Yanfeng walked up to Lan Xiaoai, knelt down on one knee, and brushed the wet black hair from her forehead.
"What did she just say?" The tone was calm, gentle. Even a little gentle.
Lan Nuoyin's heart skipped a beat.
"Ah... I didn't... didn't say anything." Lan Xiaoai lowered her head in grievance.
"Then get up." Yi Yanfeng stood up and said.
Lan Xiaoai held onto the floor and stood up shakily.
The crystal water drops slid down from Lan Xiaoai's white and delicate cheeks, and she felt so pitiful that I felt pity for her.