"Mom, if this was your purpose for inviting Xiaozhi here, then I'm taking her away now!" An Yichen once again pulled Chen Zhi toward the door.
"Stop right there! Did I say you could leave right now?" An's mother suddenly stood up, her voice sharp and piercing.
An Yichen simply didn't listen to her, his lips tightly pressed together, a pang of pain throbbing in his heart.
He had not expected his mother to treat the woman he loved this way.
She was his mother, after all, how could she so cruelly hurt his heart...
"Yichen..." Chen Zhi tried to hold him back, but An Yichen was much stronger than she, and she was almost dragged by him as he moved.
"Enough, stop the commotion. Auntie Li, see if we can start dinner now. Yichen, you also stop, Miss Chen has come all this way, let her at least have dinner before leaving," An's father said in a deep voice, successfully stopping An Yichen's steps.
