An Yan looked at the underwear draped over the man's arm, her face turning beet red. She snatched the clothes and leaped out of bed, rushing into the washroom—after all, she couldn't manage to change her clothes in front of a man without batting an eyelid.
After changing, she came out from inside.
Fu Shiyan handed her a pair of flats, "Put these on, we're going to the first-floor dining room for breakfast."
An Yan put on the shoes. "Younger Uncle, what do you plan to do with An Yirou?"
Fu Shiyan's eyes gradually cooled, but he still said, "What do you think we should do?"
An Yan understood his meaning; after all, An Yirou was a member of the An Family, and even though there was no blood relation, she was still nominally her younger sister.
He was considering her feelings, respecting her opinion.
An Yan took his hand, "Younger Uncle doesn't need to consider my feelings, after all, what she did to you is unforgivable. And I have no more affection for the An Family."
