After all, what An Lan wanted was the very one her mother left for her. She only wanted what originally belonged to herself; no matter how similar, she wouldn't want it if it wasn't hers.
Aunt Li sighed deeply in her heart as she watched An Lan be so insistent.
In her heart, she conjured up the deceased An Guohua and fiercely scolded his corpse, blaming his indulgence for giving Zhou Huimin such audacity. It's such a pity for the miss and Lanlan, to be bullied by this mother and daughter like this.
Thinking of this, Aunt Li's eyes reddened slightly, feeling extremely heartbroken for An Lan.
An Lan looked up and met Aunt Li's concerned gaze. Her mouth twitched slightly, and then she hurriedly explained.
"Aunt Li, what's in the past is in the past, and although my life was indeed pretty miserable before, I am very happy now. Plus, both An Guohua and Zhou Huimin have paid the price."
She didn't think of herself as pitiful.
