A woman like An Ya is simply not worthy of me.
"Alright, go and invite An Ya over," Ye An said indifferently. The air fluctuated for an instant, and in less than a moment, a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
An Ya greeted the three men in the room respectfully, then immediately turned her adoring gaze to Ye An.
"Although An Ya was indiscreet tonight, she comes from a good background and has been raised as the Young Madam since childhood. In terms of appearance and demeanor, she is a perfect match for my little brother," Ye Zhiqiu nodded with satisfaction, looking pleased with An Ya.
Ye An let out a snicker. An Ya might look presentable now, but the unforgettable impression she had made earlier that evening was firmly etched into everyone's minds. Marrying a woman like that? Wouldn't that be a slap in my own face? Besides, he had no intention of marrying An Ya.
"An Ya, do you think you are worthy of me? Tell the truth," Ye An asked coldly, his deep eyes flashing.
