Yan Shuirou's fiery anger did not explode as she had intended. Her trembling hands clenched into fists at her sides as she gritted her teeth and spat, "Yan Xiaye, you..."
"Me what?"
Yan Xiaye let out a casual chuckle, her expression calm as she looked at the aggressive Yan Shuirou, carrying an air of composed indifference.
Before coming here, her mind had been preoccupied with Yunduo and his enigmatic biological mother; she hadn't planned to confront Yan Shuirou at this time.
However, since she had graciously decided to let Shuirou go this time, the latter was insistent on picking a fight.
Feeling irritated, she had thrown out a few sarcastic jabs at Yan Shuirou, and whatever happened next could hardly be blamed on her.
