Chapter 847 - Chapter 847: The Wedding I Owe You (1) (1/2)

Chapter 847: The Wedding I Owe You (1)

This was not the first time she had bumped into Elder An while talking about these secrets. She did not know how much he had heard.

Anyways, Anhao was looking at Elder An’s direction with a complicated expression in her eyes.

An Ping turned around because of Anhao’s gaze. When she saw Elder An appear, she immediately suppressed her emotions that were about to collapse. However, there were still red marks in her eyes from crying, causing Elder An, who had already walked closer, to look at them with a lonely and solemn expression.

“It’s already so late. It’s not strange for Anhao and Hancheng, two young people, to be unable to sleep and take a walk in the An Residence.”Elder An’s voice sounded extremely oppressive at this moment. At the same time, his old but distinct gaze was somewhat sharp as he looked into An Ping’s slightly red eyes. Everyone standing there was sensitive enough to detect a trace of abnormality in his attitude.

Elder An immediately turned to look at Anhao, only to see that Anhao’s eyes were indifferent. Zuo Hancheng’s side profile was cold, but he stood beside Anhao. In front of them, there was an invisible and discernible sense of oppression.

“Dad.” An Ping collected her emotions and turned to face Elder An. However, a trace of hatred that was similar to Anhao’s flashed across her eyes. Although An Ping’s voice was filled with respect, it was obvious that she did not put any emotion into this form of address.

“What are you guys talking about here? I heard Anhao talking when I got closer. What harm? What adopted daughter? What fight? Did Anxin say something she shouldn’t have in front of you? Or was there something wrong with the An family?”

It wasn’t that Anhao couldn’t hear the probing tone in Elder An’s ordinary-sounding words. Anhao curled her lips and didn’t say anything else.

Actually, she was also very curious about how long An Ping planned to hide it from Old Master An.

After all, she was no longer the fourteen-year-old she was. Even if Old An did not recognize her when the truth came out and chased her away, she would not have to live on the streets because she was too young and could not make a living.

The truth was so close to her, but An Ping stubbornly did not reveal it to Old Master An.

Anhao remembered that when she was young, her mother was a brave, strong, and strong-willed woman. She was definitely not the woman in front of her, who had not aged much after the baptism of time, but whose eyes were obviously dim and even compromised with fate.

“I feel like I’ve returned to my own home at the Andersons. How can there be anything that I don’t like?”Anhao suddenly opened her mouth, but her words contained many layers of meaning.