"I can save her."
"Hmph." The man snorted, his gaze falling again on the half-opened drawer, where something hidden seemed to reveal a clue.
Ou Yanan noticed his gaze and wanted to quickly push the drawer back. The opponent's well-trained hands were like lightning, reaching out and pinching the item hidden inside.
It was a paper boat.
Ou Chunhua had tossed that paper boat out the window while his son was unprepared.
The other man's gaze lingered on the paper boat, his dark eyes gathering a storm, growing angrier and angrier, yelling at him, "She folded this for me, not for you!"
"It was for me." Ou Yanan said calmly, "I said, the fact is, I am her brother, not you."
No matter what was said, the opponent put the paper boat into his own pocket.
Ou Yanan glared at this action: "Doing this is useless. You don't even dare to appear in front of her."
"I've met her."
