Seeing An Lan's response, An Zijun became even more certain that she must know something; that's why she was being so unyielding.
In the darkness, An Zijun sat in the living room, smoking. He had no other solution now, and the only perfect candidate he could think of was still An Yang.
So, he made a phone call to An Yang.
The rascal already felt guilty for involving his uncle's family, so with just one phone call from An Zijun, he scurried over immediately, and the two arranged to meet on the rooftop of An Zijun's apartment complex.
"Big brother…"
An Zijun sat on the stairs, surrounded by cigarette butts, reeking of smoke, looking somewhat dejected.
"With your sister acting like this, our entire family will have no way out; you understand that, right?"
An Yang nodded, "I don't know why that bitch is so hateful either."
