An Yan's hands, hanging at the sides of her bathrobe, clenched into fists, her voice cold and filled with anger, "How did you get in?"
Fu Shiyan turned and approached step by step. He was dressed in a white sports suit, and overall he didn't look as stern and rigid as before, quite down-to-earth. However, his handsome face was dark with anger.
Getting closer, he pulled An Yan in front of him, imprisoning her waist without answering her question. Instead, he demanded, "Break up? Who allowed that?"
"Being together is a matter for two people, but breaking up can be decided unilaterally."
"I don't agree."
"Just because you don't agree, we can't break up? Who do you think you are?"
Fu Shiyan was stung by the girl's indifferent gaze. He restrained her with one hand and with the other turned her jaw towards him, "Where is Mu Qianfan better than me, huh?"
