She originally thought talking about this cat could keep the conversation with Fang Yuhuan going a bit longer.
But she was obviously wrong.
Because as soon as the word "Xueli" came out of her mouth, Fang Yuhuan's barely maintained calm expression completely fell away.
Fang Yuhuan said indifferently, "Then on behalf of our Xueli, I thank Miss An for her concern."
This woman, what trick is she planning now?
An Yuen didn't like Xueli at all.
Fang Yuhuan knew this from the beginning.
An Yuen looked at Xueli as if she were seeing something bad.
An Yuen was momentarily tongue-tied; she hadn't expected her mention of Xueli to evoke such an attitude.
That cold gaze, tinged with a hint of vigilance, was like a beast protecting its cub.
Yes, An Yuen could only think of this description.
And she herself was the enemy in the beast's eyes, the one he had to guard against.
Thinking about this made An Yuen inexplicably unhappy.
Was he really afraid she might harm this little thing?
