An Xin felt utterly embarrassed by Fang Hao's words.
But even though she was spoken to in such a way, all An Xin could do was nod in agreement.
"Yes, Auntie, you're right, I understand." An Xin lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Fang Hao's gaze, "Thank you for your concern."
One had to admit that An Xin handled things quite well, as she didn't forget to say thank you, even if it was against her will, which made her appear generous.
After all, An Xin was about the same age as Di Mingchen, with naturally more life experience, while Nangong Ran was only about twenty-one years old. Regarding experience in dealing with people and things, she was no match for An Xin.
Moreover, Nangong Ran was used to a pampered life, so her temper was certainly a bit more fiery than An Xin's, and she couldn't tolerate such grievances.
If it were her, she would've already blown up, saying, "None of your business, old witch!"
