"I know." Yu Jingchen stopped the car and pulled out a tissue to gently dry her tears.
An Ning's washed-out eyes glared at him with intense suspicion. "If Uncle knows, why does Uncle want me to forgive him? Is it out of some kind of sympathy because he's a man too? Or are you calculating for yourself? Because you might do something to let me down..."
Yu Jingchen frowned and pinched her small chin firmly. "What on earth are you thinking about? When have I ever done anything to let you down?"
"Then why... do you want me to forgive him?"
"Because... your father isn't as cruel as you think," Yu Jingchen said.
"I don't want to hear it," An Ning shouted angrily.
"Perhaps you should understand some things, like why your teacher would get the money to save you," Yu Jingchen said.
"Because the teacher is kind, because she is a good person," An Ning said.