"Stop! Don't cry now and finish what you said earlier. Unless what? What has it got to do with me?" Zheng Yan took two more tissues and sat beside Nian Xiaomu, helping her to wipe her tears away.
Nian Xiaomu grabbed onto her hand, looking at her with puppy eyes filled with tears.
"You really want me to say it?"
"Say it, " Zheng Yan replied in a domineering tone.
"Let's get things straight first. You're not to get angry," Nian Xiaomu pushed her luck and requested.
Zheng Yan raised her guard and eyed her from top to toe. Thereafter, realizing that she was not such a person, she replied assuringly, "Just spit it out and cut with the crap. Otherwise, I'll leave now and you can continue to stay here and cry your eyes out, okay?"
"I'll say it, I'll say it!" Nian Xiaomu hurriedly held her back. The emotions she had been brewing all this time were all for this moment.