"Of course I wish the best for my brother!"
"But why do I feel like you're actually hoping he gets sick? You don't want me to be with him, so you hope he'll fall ill and scare me off?"
An Yan leaned forward slightly, "The illness he just had, that was your doing, wasn't it?"
An Yan recalled Ling Xiao's strange behavior when he arrived; clearly, the information Ling Xiao had received was not the same as what she knew.
"Ling Xiao was called over by you, right?"
An Yan stared at her.
Li Qingqing's expression remained calm, but her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, "I don't even know him, how could I call him?"
An Yan didn't dwell on this question; instead, she reached out and pushed Li Qingqing against the railing.
"Li Qingqing, you like Li Tianyao!"
"You, you..."
Li Qingqing's upper body was pressed by her, bent backward against the railing. The solid wood railing made her back ache.
Her eyes were filled with shock.
She liked Tianyao!
