Is it true that Madam an doesn't like an Yue?

The villa's living room was bustling with noise and excitement.

The grass outside the villa seemed to have a cold wind whistling past, and the chill seeped into the pores, making people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Liu Xinbei and Shen Manyu's faces were filled with panic. They lowered their heads, clenched their fists, and their bodies seemed to be trembling.

They wanted to cause trouble for an Yue, but they didn't expect an Shijin to run into them.

Even though they had told an Yue that young master an would not care about a substitute like her, they did not have the guts to say that to young master an.

Everyone in A city knew that young master an hated it when others tried to read his mind.

"Speak!" An Shiyu's cold voice rang out once more. The danger exuding from his pitch-black eyes was chilling.