Nan Jiaojiao's interruption made Ye Shiqing forget to cry; continuing to do so now seemed a bit too contrived.
She choked back a sob and said, "No, it's not to the point of divorce yet. I'm just too upset and can't find anyone to talk to, so I thought about calling my sister."
Talk to her?
Could anyone genuinely be naïve enough to believe in such foolish simplicity?
That was the man Nan Jiaojiao had once been engaged to.
"It's not really appropriate for me to say, as they say a daughter married off is like water splashed out. You should not be seeking help from your family."
Ye Shiqing nearly choked on her breath.
"Sister, sister..."
Fortunately, her voice still carried a trace of the sorrow from her recent cries, sounding pitiful.
She had a gracious attitude, so Nan Jiaojiao didn't push it too far to hurt her feelings. Her tone softened a bit, "Is there something you need my help with?"