"What are you saying?" Yun Youhe admonished Shen Qiuyu, his tone mild, before pressing a bank card into Yun An'an's hand. "Go on, take it. If it's not enough, just ask your father for more."
Yun An'an lowered her gaze to the card, studying it for a moment before placing it on the table. She looked straight at them. "If there's something you want to say, just say it."
It had always been like this.
















