"Yanyan, it's not right for you to say that. After all, our parents raised you. No one wanted what happened back then. We had no choice, did we? Did you want me to be driven to death by the creditors? Even if you deny it, it won't change the fact that your last name is Jing." Jing Yu, four years older than Jing Yan, had a face somewhat resembling hers; tall and slender. His black suit did make him look somewhat presentable.
"You really know how to dress up your ruthlessness with noble excuses," Jing Yan scoffed coldly, her attitude unfriendly, "Even if they did raise me, the 300,000 I paid them should count as repayment. Anyway, there's no affection left, so it's better to break off relations than to resent each other's company. Pretend you didn't see me today and if we meet again, just treat me as a stranger. Let's not meet."
"You work for Luo Corporation?" Seeing his sister about to walk past him and leave, Jing Yu raised an eyebrow and asked.
