"Ah!"
Yan Zhirou let out an exaggerated cry.
"Mom, sister fell down."
"If she can't stand properly and falls, what's it got to do with us? She's not even one of us."
Ye Lirong cast a cold glance at Yan Xinxin, who was sprawled on the ground.
"Rou, let's go home."
"Okay~"
Yan Zhirou replied, dragging out her tone.
Watching the cold-hearted mother and daughter walk away, Yan Xinxin no longer felt sorrow.
Over the years, she's come to understand that this mother and daughter duo disliked her. Now, knowing the reason, there's no need for her to grieve over it any longer.
"Hiss..."
Yan Xinxin furrowed her brows slightly, her hand instinctively covering her lower abdomen.
"Hey, why is a grown woman like you sitting on the ground?"
Just as Yan Xinxin was about to stand up, she suddenly heard someone speaking to her.
A girl who looked around 18 years old, dressed in black pants and a black top, with a black lace choker on her neck, walked over.
