Ingrate

Li An'an found An Xiaohui's grievances hilarious. She was the one who had been deceived and suffered losses, but now it was as if she owed her. "So, does it mean that I'm not magnanimous enough, if I didn't forgive you!" She mocked, thinking how she had been too blind back then.

An Xiaohui, who was lying weakly on the bed, gritted her teeth at Li An'an's question. "Yes! Look at you, you're obviously very capable. Why do you have to be so calculative with me? You know that I'm divorced and single, and I'm raising my own child. Now, because of you, I'm about to be expropriated. You're forcing me to death before you will be satisfied."