So instinctively she felt that she and Fang Yu had been husband and wife several times, not inferior to this current Mrs. Diao.
But only now, facing the oppression from Mrs. Diao, did she feel embarrassed and sense the difference.
A dream is, after all, just a dream; those experiences are memories she alone holds, purely one-sided.
If at this moment Fang Yu could show some reaction, some hint, feedback, or even stand up for her, then Guan Anxuan might gather the courage to openly compete with Ding Hui.
But there was nothing.
Fang Yu is just Fang Yu, not the person in her dream.
So Guan Anxuan bowed her head, hurriedly concealing her awkwardness, and said in a low voice.
"Mrs. Diao, you're too kind. I've traveled a long way; I'll go rest... "
Like fleeing in panic, Guan Anxuan left quickly with a difficult-to-hide dull expression.
Fang Yu was still puzzled by Guan Anxuan's reaction when his arm was suddenly pinched hard by someone.
"What are you doing?"
