Fu Jinqiao, terrified that Fu Haichuan might make things difficult for An Yan, adopted a defensive posture, "Grandfather, what are you going to do?"
The latter glared at her, "Am I supposed to bully her?"
An Yan patted Fu Jinqiao's hand, signaling her to be calm, "It's alright."
She walked up to Fu Haichuan and stood straight, neither servile nor overbearing.
Fu Haichuan sipped his tea, "An Yan, young people shouldn't always try to be so sharp. Not everyone likes to hear the truth."
An Yan understood that although she had done nothing wrong, after all, Yirou was Fu Chenyu's intended fiancée, and to slap her was to slap the face of the Fu Family.
She indeed hadn't considered that fully, blame only that Yirou now acted like a mad dog, seizing any chance to retaliate against her, yet getting humiliated each time instead.
She was just about to say she was not wrong, being a person not easily compromised, when she was interrupted by a man's stern voice.
