An Anjia in the United States (1)

Compared to the coquettish and meek Anhao who was in Zuo Hancheng's arms in the morning, Anhao was like a hedgehog who had suddenly put up all her defenses despite her silence. It was as if she had returned to the rebellious era. Her entire body seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of thorns that did not allow anyone to approach her.

Anping not dying was definitely the greatest irony to her. Today was the anniversary of Anping's death. In Anhao's mind, it was the eighth anniversary of her mother's death. After today, it would be the ninth year of her mother's death.

"I've asked someone to investigate in advance. Anping is still in Los Angeles and hasn't returned. When you arrive at the An family, the first people you'll see will be the old master and old madam of the An family."Zuo Hancheng suddenly said something. His voice was not loud, but it brought Anhao back to her senses.