"..."
An Yue choked for a moment, glaring at An En, what nonsense was he talking about?
How could she possibly like Dang Yang?
How could she possibly like a man younger than herself?
How could she possibly like a man who forced himself on her?
"Great, my sister likes Dang Yang, and Dang Yang likes my sister, mutual affection." An En said happily.
An Yue looked at An En's handsome little face, wanting to punch him.
Which eye of his saw that she liked Dang Yang?
She clearly disliked Dang Yang!
Forget it.
Forget about it.
Let them say what they want, let them say she likes Dang Yang, anyway... she knows herself, she doesn't like Dang Yang.
Doesn't like!!
Doesn't like!!!
Doesn't like!!!!
An Yue huffily turned around and went out.
If she continued talking with An En, she would get even angrier.
An En watched An Yue leave, secretly relieved... at least he escaped disaster.
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