Lu Yan had clutched onto her wrist.
An'an stopped walking, she turned around and her cold gaze riveted on the man's handsome face. Her lips were raised into a cold smirk as she said, "Uncle Lu, you've heard those mens' words. There are rumors of me being forsaken by you right after you got sick of me, my reputation has been completely ruined by you just like that. No decent man would ever want me in the future, are you satisfied now?"
Lu Yan's eyes were hidden away by the hat he wore over his head. He pursed his lips before apologizing, "I'm sorry."
Sorry…
He had so many other words that he could say, but all he chose to say was 'sorry'.
"Ha," An'an snorted, "Take your apology and shove it, Lu Yan. I hate you!"
She then tried to retract her wrist and attempted to leave. But Lu Yan held onto her tightly, refusing to let her go.
