An Sicheng spoke again, his eyes reddening, the tall boy radiating a sense of loneliness and sadness.
At this moment, the waiter started serving the dishes one by one. An Ran reached across the table and touched his hand, "Let's not talk about it now, let's eat."
During this time, he was taking care of his father at the hospital. His parents rarely mentioned his eldest sister, and even when his mother occasionally brought her up, his father would stop her with a glance.
From what his mother implied, when his father fainted this time, they were arguing about his sister. He didn't know that she had already left the An Family, and what other issues there could be at home, but he felt that things between his sister and the family were not as simple as his mother made them out to be.
