"Get out!" Jiang Keke's voice rose again.
An Yin looked at the other person in astonishment. As she met Jiang Keke's cold eyes, An Yin bit her lip lightly and murmured, "Then I'll be going first." After she finished speaking, noticing Jiang Keke's lack of intention to keep her, An Yin slowly turned around and walked towards the door.
At the same time, tears uncontrollably streamed down.
An Yin, since childhood, had been an extremely sensitive girl. Without a father growing up, her peers often mocked her. Later, when she started school, the situation worsened. Not only did people laugh at her for not having a father, but also because of her delicate beauty that attracted many boys, leading all the girls in her class to dislike her. Gradually, her personality became timid.
