Fu Shiyan stood up, carrying a hint of anger, "I'm going to the study to deal with some documents."
An Yan stood up and hugged the man's narrow waist from behind, cooing, "Are you angry?"
She moved to face the man, tilting her little face to look at him, "Even when Ayan is angry, he looks so handsome. What should I do? I'm a Yan dog, I love it so much!"
"Your cajoling won't work, I'm still very angry."
"Really?"
"Really."
An Yan dropped her hands, shrugged her shoulders, "Alright then, I won't coax you, since you're angry no matter what."
Seeing the girl about to leave, Fu Shiyan wrapped his arm around her waist, "When we first started, you didn't treat me this way. How come now that you've got me, you don't cherish me anymore? You really are a little tramp!"
An Yan laughed and wrapped her hands around the man's neck, "Why be angry? You're turning into a petty man. Have the lines on this face become more numerous?"
"Wrinkles? Where?"
