"Toutou, you..." An's mother turned her head with some difficulty, looking towards An Toutou.
The recording mainly featured An Toutou's voice, her malicious, probing tones designed to enrage Ye Shaohua, coaxing that final sentence from her. It was obvious who had recorded it.
An Toutou's tear-streaked face froze in an instant, as the venomous words she had spoken that day echoed in her ears.
She felt as if struck by a bolt from the blue; the words she intended to say next were caught in her throat. Looking at the disbelief and disappointment in the eyes of An Tingjun, who had always tolerated and doted on her, an endless tide of regret and panic welled up inside her.
"Brother, brother, you have to believe me!" She stretched out her hand to pull at An Tingjun, but he dodged away subconsciously.
She looked down at her own hand, feeling as though something was slipping away from her.