"Grandma," Yan Nansheng cut in coldly again, "how many times have I said it? It's impossible between Yanyan and me."
Feng Yanyan looked at him, silent.
"Why?" Old Lady Yan asked, "What's wrong with Yanyan? Weren't you two on good terms? I remember you even made a special room at your place for all the gifts she has given you every year..."
"Stop it!" Yan Nansheng said impatiently, "She's almost eight years younger than me, in my eyes, she's just a little sister, whoever I like, it will never be her, never, are you satisfied with that?"
Feng Yanyan stared at him, her heart suddenly jolted.
What did he say?
"You ungrateful brat!" Old Lady Yan's roar rang in his ear.
Her face was red and her neck thick; she wanted to swing her cane but then abruptly set it down heavily, gaping, breathing hard as if she couldn't catch her breath...
"Mom, are you alright?" Mrs. Yan was startled and quickly supported her mother-in-law, shouting at her husband, "Get the inhaler, quick!"
