Yan Zhirou's words hit Yan Xinxin like a bolt from the blue.
The nightmare of that night when she was eighteen surged like a tide, nearly suffocating her.
"Why is it so noisy?"
A middle-aged woman walked out of the room, an ordinary-looking woman with short hair and a slightly plump body, a very typical image of a middle-aged woman.
Seeing Yan Xinxin, Ye Lirong curiously asked.
"Xinxin, why are you back? Don't you have class today?"
Yan Xinxin snapped back to reality, just about to speak, when Yan Zhirou ran over with her face in her hands and red eyes.
"Mom, Yan Xinxin hit me! Look, she made my face all swollen! How can I go to work tomorrow!"
Yan Zhirou started crying, her makeup smudged all over her face.
Ye Lirong looked up, and her face instantly turned black.
"Xinxin, what is going on? Why did you hit your sister?"
Watching Yan Zhirou's performance, Yan Xinxin smirked coldly, her eyes already red with anger.
"Mom, you should ask her what she did, what she said, whether she deserved it or not!"
"What did I say, I just mentioned your glorious past!"
Yan Zhirou retorted stubbornly, taking the opportunity to change the subject.
"You were just indiscreet, getting pregnant and having a child at eighteen, am I wrong!"
Yan Xinxin clenched her hands tightly, full of grievances but unable to say a word, looking with extreme disappointment at Yan Zhirou's smug face through her tear-filled eyes.
"Yan Zhirou, I don't have a sister like you!"
"Hmph! I don't have a sister who's so indiscreet!"
"Alright, alright, both of you say less."
Ye Lirong interrupted but was looking at Yan Xinxin with a stern face.
"What Zhirou said is true too, why did you get physical? Why are you not in class and back here? To argue with your sister?"
Yan Zhirou's actions were already cold enough towards her, and she didn't expect Ye Lirong to be the same, making Yan Xinxin's heart go cold, forcing back the tears swirling in her eyes.
"Fine, I'll go, I'll leave right now!"
Yan Xinxin bit on her lip and, before turning around, tore the half check in her hand into pieces and threw them onto Yan Zhirou's arrogant face.
"Yan Zhirou, spending this money will bring retribution!"
"Yan Xinxin, you—"
Watching the shredded paper scattered on the ground, Yan Zhirou stomped her foot in frustration, then turned to the window, glaring viciously at Yan Xinxin's departing figure as she descended the stairs and exited.
"Still the pure school belle, huh, pfft!"
Yan Zhirou cursed at Yan Xinxin's back, then turned her head suddenly showing joy.
"Mom, mom come quick! Look at that car!"
Yan Zhirou excitedly pointed to the Ferrari parked by the flower bed.
"What's up with that car?"
Ye Lirong took a glance, not really understanding, but felt the car looked quite expensive.
Yan Zhirou's face was filled with excitement.
"That's Young Master Mo's car!"
"Young Master Mo? The Crown Prince of the Di Jue Financial Group?"
"Exactly!"
Yan Zhirou confidently concluded, becoming even more excited and incoherent upon seeing the tall figure getting out of the car.
"Mom, look quickly! That's Young Master Mo! He's so handsome! But why would he come to such an old neighborhood! Mom, did I see it wrong? Is Young Master Mo looking in my direction!"
"I told you, Rou, did you encounter this Mo on the elevator when you went for the interview last week?"
Ye Lirong suddenly exclaimed with delight as if discovering a new continent.
Yan Zhirou was also surprised, her eyes gleaming.
"Now that you mention it, I did see Young Master Mo when I finished my interview last week and was taking the elevator! And I saw him again last night!"
"Then it's true! He's your boss; it's not strange he knows your home address! Rou, this Young Master Mo must have fallen for you at first sight, and that's why he came here!"