An Lan raised her eyebrows with a smile but said nothing. If her brother's gaze hadn't kept drifting towards Zhang Ya, his words might have been more convincing. Just then, Diego must have said something humorous, as Zhang Ya's eyes curved into crescent moons as she laughed.
She noticed her brother's hand, resting on a pillar, started to clench tighter, his eyes burning with intensity as he stared at the two of them. As An Lan was about to say something, she suddenly saw her brother quickly heading towards Zhang Ya's direction.
An Xuan approached Zhang Ya and roughly grabbed her wrist with such force that it caused her some pain. As she winced, she looked up to see An Xuan's scowling face, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, "What are you..."
Before she could finish, An Xuan was already pulling her away.
