The anxious An Chuan saw her actions, and his inexplicable irritation and anger surged. He wanted to yell at the woman on the ground to reduce some of the endless depression and sadness in his chest!
However, even after he found out, he could only let out a long sigh in the end, as if all his hopes had been dashed. He muttered to himself in a low voice, "You want me to save her? Then who can come and save me? Can you save my family business and save my life? Why must the heavens treat me like this? Am I destined to be a failure?
You said you taught An Ye very well!" An Chuan chuckled sarcastically, but the smile on his face was uglier than crying. "Has she ever contributed to the An family? Did the foxy methods you taught her help her hook up with any rich young master?
