"Hmm?" An Yang turned around.
Leaning against the pavilion pillar and watching him, An You wore a very trendy long knit sweater, black tight pants, and mid-calf leather boots. The young woman's figure was well-proportioned, slender, and graceful. Her skin was exquisitely fair, and her facial features revealed a softness unique to southern women. It felt as though she only needed a pair of sunglasses to work as a fashion magazine model.
As he turned back, Fugui silently turned around as well, lifting its head to look at An You with its pretty cyan-yellow eyes.
"What? Didn't you hear me?" The young woman frowned the moment she spoke, completely ruining the exquisite temperament unique to a runway model and leaving only a casual girl-next-door.
"Well, my point is, why did she have to ask you to let me know?" An Yang asked.
"I... what's wrong with me! Isn't it good enough that I came to let you know in person? Don't be ungrateful! I'm telling you, it was only because Xueer begged me for a long time that I reluctantly agreed to help her ask. Otherwise, who would want to talk to you!" An You looked at him with a very dissatisfied expression, curling her lip as she spoke.
At the same time, she thought of Xiao Xueer's begging posture when calling her yesterday and her own dismissive attitude—
"Xiao You, could you help me ask...?"
"Fine, no problem!"
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An Yang pursed his lips in contemplation, then gently patted Fugui's head to make it stop looking, while also turning around to continue fishing. He just said leisurely, "I think maybe you misunderstood something because you care too much about certain things. My point is why didn't she come and ask me herself, and instead had