The man tugged at his lips, looking at the silent woman, the desire in his eyes growing more obvious.
Aunt Zhang looked at the man's face with disgust, said coldly, "You've been trying to make a move under the guise of drinking tea, haven't you? Even if it was Ms. An who hurt you, you deserved it."
Aunt Zhang looked at the man, filled with righteous indignation, as if he were something filthy, something she'd find dirty with even a glance.
The man frowned deeply. If it hadn't been for the woman before him always blocking the way, things between him and Miss An might already have happened. After all, given Miss An's situation as a single mother, her life seemed quite tough. As long as he gave her a taste of sweetness, wouldn't she follow?
However, his thoughts were too optimistic. Every time he tried to go to Miss An's house for a drink of water, it was this woman in front of him who entertained him and even forbade him from setting foot in Miss An's house.
