Buried in Fu Chenyu's chest, An Yirou stared at her with venomous eyes, wishing she could kill her with her gaze.
Everyone quietly waited for An Yan's next words.
Pointing at the half-remaining buoy floating on the sea, An Yan said, "Because my buoy just got caught in the propeller blades, and the cause was that the belt of my buoy got tangled in. As for why it got tangled, An Yirou, you know very well."
An Yirou's crying grew louder, "I don't know why my sister is slinging mud at me, but I am innocent. Brother Chengyu, you believe me."
Fu Chenyu looked at An Yan with complicated eyes. Others might not know why she always targeted An Yirou, but he knew it well. It was because An Yan still harbored feelings for him, thus she harbored hatred and jealousy towards An Yirou, even going as far as to try to capture his attention in various ways to gain more of it.
Although An Yan's actions were quite malicious, they successfully captured his attention.
