An Lan lowered her head, feeling inexplicably guilty under her brother's gaze. Then she remembered something—these two were openly at odds, and her brother had confessed he didn't like Zhang Ya. So what was wrong with her introducing suitors to Zhang Ya?
With that thought, An Lan found newfound confidence.
She straightened up and looked at her brother, only to see him expressionless, veins bulging on his forehead, as if holding back something. Just when she thought he would come down or say something, he turned his head and left without a word.
Then came a bang, as if he used 200% of his strength to close the door. An Lan couldn't help but feel the crystal chandelier above her shake tremblingly—perhaps it was just her imagination.
The noise startled Aunt Li out of her room, her expression frantic. "What, what happened? Was there an earthquake?"