Xiao Yue was so excited that she felt indignant for Huo Xiaoran. "Qiao An, why do you hate my cousin? My cousin treats you so well and has saved you several times. He loves you with all his heart, but he still can't warm your heart. Is your heart made of stone?"
In the face of Xiao Yue's condemnation, Qiao An was ashamed. Her tears rolled down silently. When she reached out to wipe them, Xiao Yue, who was spouting nonsense, was shocked.
"Sister Qiao An, did I make you cry? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Xiao Yue said apologetically.
Qiao An raised the back of her hand and wiped her tears.
"Your cousin Xiaoran is knowledgeable, talented, and so good-looking. He's also so warm and considerate. Which girl doesn't like him?"
