"Xuefu, stop helping her! All you do, and she doesn't appreciate it." Lin Mo'er held Ye Xuefu's hand, her face full of pity, then turned to Shao Qinglu and said, "Miss Shao, please don't let our Xuefu compensate anymore. She's really pitiful, always getting bullied by Ye Ranran."
"Mo'er, stop talking!" Ye Xuefu firmly grasped Lin Mo'er's wrist, with a somewhat stern voice, "I'm her sister, it's what I should do!"
Lin Mo'er exchanged a glance with Ye Xuefu, then made a pained expression, "But you shouldn't always be at a loss."
"Yes, Xuefu, you shouldn't always be at a loss." Shao Qinglu pulled Ye Xuefu's hand, looking at her face full of grievances, her eyes filled with pity, "Tell me, why do you always let yourself suffer?"
Ye Xuefu's face displayed a restrained vulnerability as she shook her head, "Auntie, I'm not suffering. Ranran is the one who's pitiful; she suffered a lot being the 'other woman' five years ago."