Emergency exit.
"Yan Zhirou, enough. There's nothing left for us to talk about. Stop bothering me."
Yan Xinxin shook off Yan Zhirou's tightly clenched hand in an irritable motion, her patience utterly exhausted.
For so many years, ever since she could remember, as an elder sister, she had always yielded to this younger sister. Even when Yan Zhirou made excessive demands, she would submit and fulfill them without hesitation.
She thought they were biological sisters, bound by blood, meant to care for each other. But the result?
Yan Zhirou had drugged and intoxicated her, then sent her to another man's bed—for money.
Perhaps the only thing to be grateful for was that the man that night turned out to be Mo Chuxi—the man Yan Zhirou had tried every trick to get close to!
"Ha!"
Yan Zhirou crossed her arms, casting a mocking glance at Yan Xinxin with seductive disdain.
