Gao Yuwen looked at An Liyang in shock: "An Liyang, you actually yelled at me." Not even married yet, and he's already scolding her. How will the days that follow be?
As she spoke, she was about to cry.
She thought this man would soften at the sight of her tears, yet unexpectedly, the opposite happened.
The man in front of her was just impatiently warning her: "Gao Yuwen, don't pay attention to the talk about marrying you."
"What do you mean?" Gao Yuwen glared in shock at the man before her, as if looking at a stranger.
Her hands clenched tightly into fists, and the expression on her face gradually became more sinister.
An Liyang acted as if he hadn't seen anything, continuing coldly: "When you go out later, you can pick a set of jewelry, as thanks for your cooperation just now. But remember one thing, be polite when you speak to Miss An in the future."
An Liyang left these words behind and turned away, entirely disregarding Gao Yuwen's dissatisfied complaints from behind.
