Fan Yu looked away and said, "It's none of your business."
Fan Xinglan knew her too well; her demeanor clearly meant she agreed.
He couldn't comprehend it, his eyes widened slightly: "Sister, what's really going on? Why do you keep targeting Little Sister-in-law? Do you dislike her that much? What exactly did she do to offend you?"
"And I already told you Brother Yan was unhappy, why do you still go to her..."
Saying this, he thought of something and suddenly fell silent.
Looking at Fan Yu, who was reeking of alcohol with tear stains still on her face, a certain thought was on the verge of surfacing in his mind.
His eyes widened slightly, in disbelief:
"Sister, could it be... you still like Brother Yan?"
Fan Yu lowered her eyes: "Is that not allowed?"
"But, two years ago you clearly promised me you'd moved on, how could it be..."
Moreover, she hadn't shown any intention of returning home, and she'd been doing well abroad on her own.
