Even though Yan Xiaye had made herself clear, Yan Shuirou's hostility towards her showed no signs of lessening.
Standing motionless in front of Yan Xiaye, she racked her brains on how to send the other away without a fight.
Although it would be difficult to explain to Li Beicheng later, it was still better than watching Yan Xiaye flirt with Li Beicheng right before her eyes.
"Step aside."
Seeing Yan Shuirou's intentions, Yan Xiaye sadly realized how extraordinarily well she understood both Li Beicheng and Yan Shuirou.
So much so that before Yan Shuirou could say anything more outrageous, she had already guessed what was on her mind.
"And what if I don't?" Yan Shuirou had made up her mind; there was no way she would let Yan Xiaye pass easily.
