Anger was boiling in Anna Stuat's heart.
She clenched her fists hard, and her fingernails pinched her palms tightly. The pain was constantly coming, but she didn't seem to feel it.
"Why did you do that?" After a long while, Anna Stuat finally asked.
All of a sudden, Philip Andrew leaned back and sat on the sofa in a very lazy posture. His right leg pressed on his left leg, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you need a reason?"
All of a sudden, his attitude seemed to have changed from an approachable person to a superior one.
A strange sense of alienation surged up in Anna Stuat's heart.
Sensing that she was restraining her anger, Philip Andrew raised his eyebrows. In the end, he didn't continue to provoke Anna Stuat.
After a long while, he said, "you should still remember the deal between us, right?"
Anna Stuat was stunned. She didn't expect that he would suddenly mention the previous deal. She frowned subconsciously and didn't answer.