An Yan pursed her lips and walked over.
Fu Chenyu let out a light sneer, "Well, isn't this obedience? An Yan, are you playing nice because you want to climb into my younger uncle's bed? Or have you already done so?"
When she reached the man, An Yan dared not look up at his angry, handsome face.
Fu Shiyan spoke coldly, "If she could climb into my bed, that would mean I allowed her to seduce me."
He looked at the girl in front of him, "Come with me."
An Yan followed his steps.
Fu Chenyu watched their retreating figures with a stunned face. What was going on?
He questioned, "Younger Uncle, are you two really together?"
Fu Shiyan's step faltered, and he turned back to gaze at him, exuding a bone-chilling coldness, "Don't let me catch you bothering her again, you can't afford the consequences!"
Fu Chenyu clenched his fists. He did not like how Fu Shiyan was protecting An Yan; he smelled a strong scent of an affair between them.
