Watching An Ran run up to a man's car, Ye Sheng's expression became even darker, as if something that belonged to him was taken by someone else.
Feeling the change in the man's aura beside her, An Sijia sighed softly, "Alas, sister is still like this."
Ye Sheng looked at her, puzzled.
An Sijia said somewhat hesitantly, "Brother Sheng, actually things are far from what you see. My mom took her money purely for her own good. Although you have been with my sister for two years, the actual time you spent together is not long; you don't really understand her."
Ye Sheng just quietly listened. Perhaps, he didn't understand her well. He never knew she was so stubborn.
