As soon as the call connected, Ouyang Yan's angry voice erupted from the other side, prompting An Lan to move the phone away from her ear a bit until the other party had finished shouting, then she brought it back to her ear.
"Miss Ouyang, let's talk nicely, what's the hurry?"
"An Lan, it's all because of you, it's all because of you that I've become a street rat, everyone shouting 'hit her', my dad is making me come back to Hong Kong, I've caused such a big loss to the company, when I return I have to marry, this is all because of you!"
Ouyang Yan's eyes reddened with anger as she blamed everything on An Lan, accusing loudly, while An Lan on the other end of the phone couldn't help but roll her eyes, laughed lightly, and responded.
"Miss Ouyang, I really don't understand you, am I the one who made you photoshop and deceive people? How can you say it's my fault?"
