Seeing Madam Yan so worried for her sake, An Ning felt even more at a loss as to how she should tell her the fact that An Yu would never return.
"Mother, don't worry yourself over nothing, Wuyou won't mind." If he did mind, she wouldn't keep staring him down; when the time came, they'd just split cleanly, wouldn't that be better!
At this moment An Ning still didn't know that some words are easy to think, easy to say, but when it comes to actually doing them, it's nowhere near as easy.
"All right, all right, I won't worry. As long as you can live well, your mother will be at ease." What An Ning said didn't sound pleasant, but if you thought about it carefully, without confidence, she wouldn't speak that way.
And that confidence, without a doubt, had been given to her by Sikong Wuyou.
"Right, didn't you go to pick up your brother? Where is he?" Madam Yan looked at An Ning and asked.
In the end, what should come still came back around.
