Huo Zhanting's words, although somewhat inhumane, were recognized by An Lan as making sense. There was no point in continuing to argue about the matter. If there was anyone to blame, it was her unworthy brother.
An Lan leaned into his embrace and lightly hummed in acknowledgement, no longer speaking.
At this moment, unbeknownst to the couple, an unwelcome visitor had entered the villa area—a plainly dressed woman hesitated at the sight of the exquisite villa complex before her.
"Husband, are you sure this is the place? Could we have taken a wrong turn? Those two ungrateful wretches, after being adopted, could live in such a place?"
Greed and envy filled the woman's eyes.
The man beside her, dressed in his finest clothes which contrasted with the woman's pettiness, stood with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, and said firmly, "I had someone check; An Lan and Huo Zhanting live in this villa complex. After all, they're relatives now. Don't embarrass me out here."