Pu Yang's expression froze. Xiao Yan's reaction made her instinctively think... Xiao Xiaoang had already spilled everything.
But...
What Xiao Yan said next made Pu Yang breathe a sigh of relief...
"You better not ask too much about Xiao Ang's matter. He is still very resistant to you. Interfering in his affairs will only make things more awkward between me and Xiao Ang."
Pu Yang put down the book in her hand, stood up, and faced Xiao Yan,
"Xiao Yan, my means of marrying you were indeed despicable, but I have my own stubbornness too."
"..."
"I indeed cannot treat Xiao Ang as my own child, but with you... Don't tell me you can't see my feelings for you at all."
"..."
Xiao Yan looked steadily at Pu Yang. No matter how beautifully Pu Yang phrased things right now, he could never have one hundred percent trust—not even ten percent—in this woman.
