212. Conspiracy? (2)

Anna waved her hand quickly. "It's fine, it's fine, it's not your fault."

"Sister Anna," Dylan called again, his expression looked pitiful. As if he was blaming himself. He had only realized that he used a bit too much strength when hugging Anna just now.

Because of his worry, he didn't pay attention to this matter at all.

Damn it.

Anna's face flushed a bit when she heard Dylan's tone. As she had thought, she has always been weak to this tone of his. She didn't know why, but she didn't want him to think too much about it.

It was not like she dislike him or anything…

"I…"

*cough*

Their conversation was interrupted with a cough. At this time, Uncle Darien had come and watched as his nephew hugged someone and then released her. When he saw the look in Dylan's face, he knew for sure that his nephew was ready for another long drama.