"Miss Yan, sitting there looking all pitiful, what exactly are you planning to do? Waiting for me to come over and give you a hand?"
Using such a respectful title in this situation, Qin Yan tilted his head towards her with a tone of utter disbelief, "Or are you waiting for Young Master Li to return? Personally, I think it would be better if you didn't wait any longer, given that the birthday celebration does have an end time. Eventually, it'll just be you left here all by yourself, and I really wouldn't know whether I should offer you to stay the night."
Yan Xiaye was rendered speechless, and then she burst into a giggling laugh.
Her bright, pleasant laughter sounded like the world's sharpest mockery in Yan Shuirou's ears.
Pale-faced and enduring pain, Yan Shuirou could not bear to see Yan Xiaye's expression any longer and sulkily followed Li Beicheng away.