"No more."
Zuo Qingxuan's soft, barely inaudible voice came from the phone.
"Jinze, my life is ruined."
After a single sentence, it was a choked cry.
An Jinze frowned, the demons danced on the dance floor downstairs, and the heavy metal dance music stimulated the eardrums.
He walked across the corridor, "What happened?"
Zuo Qingxuan said: "It's Mo Luan, she retaliated against me, she ruined my life."
An Jinze was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Why did she retaliate against you? What's the matter?"
"She hates me for marrying you. She seems to leave Anjia generously and cares nothing. In fact, these resentments are all in her heart."
The woman sniffed, and the sound was like a light goose feather across the water.
The tone of forbearing sadness and grievance made An Jinze feel distressed.
"She didn't know how to climb up to Su Lao and became her granddaughter. She humiliated and suppressed me in the art museum based on her identity."
Zuo Qingxuan couldn't help sobbing softly, "So many people...I can't meet people anymore. She ruined my long-prepared exam and crushed my self-esteem under my feet..."
An Jinze's face was cold, and the hands holding the phone were tight.
"where are you now?"
"I'm back. In our house, I have nowhere to go. I only have you now..."
Zuo Qingxuan cried as she talked, and she covered her mouth, "Sorry, I can't help it. I don't know who to complain to when something like this happened, Jinze, I don't understand."
Her cry came from her fingers, "Why is it so unfair? I have lost my father and mother since I was a child, struggling abroad alone, and finally achieved what I have achieved today, but..."
"But it was taken away easily and mercilessly. Don't children who have a hard life deserve a bright life?"
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved, she sobbed softly.
An Jinze comforted her while striding away.
"Don't cry, you are excellent, you are the youngest artist in the art museum, and no one of your age in the country can compare with you."
"Not anymore."
Zuo Qingxuan collapsed a little, "I have nothing, no honor, no job, everything."
She sobbed, crying depressed.
"Jinze, I am in pain. I don't know where it hurts, but it hurts. I feel sick and want to vomit..."
"I'll be back soon, Qingxuan, listen to me, don't think about those things anymore, you are the best, you are excellent."
An Jinze pushed away the frantic dancers and ran out of the crowd.
"Don't make yourself sad because of the shameless woman Mo Luan, don't think about anything, I'm already in the car, and I will be there soon."
Zuo Qingxuan stroked her long hair, and she couldn't listen to comfort at all, shrouded in sadness.
"It's too late."
The woman sniffed, "Mo Luan ruined my life and humiliated me in front of everyone. Now I have nothing... nothing..."
An Jinze started the car, turned the steering wheel and drove home quickly.
She kept comforting the woman opposite, her eyes were dark and sharp, but her tone was gentle and dripping with water.
"Qingxuan, you are not nothing, you still have me, I will take care of you forever, be good, don't cry, it doesn't matter if you don't have a job, I will support you."
This sentence was like a warm current, flowing into Zuo Qingxuan's angry heart.
Her nose was so sore that she lay on her lap and started crying.