An Lan couldn't take it anymore and interrupted what Yihe was about to say.
"Xiao Yihe, you truly disgust me. Whether the arranged marriage between you and Ouyang Yan is mutually beneficial or you were forced into it against your will, we all know the truth, for we're all in the same social circle.
I advise you to stop calling me. Otherwise, who knows, one day on a whim I just might expose your call recordings. Then, not only will you fail to secure favor with the Ouyang Family, but you'll also offend others which could turn your would-be in-laws into enemies."
Her tone was full of mocking as if she saw through everything.
After speaking her piece, An Lan hung up the phone immediately.
On the other end, Xiao Yihe, hearing the busy signal from the phone, was filled with rage. His grip on the phone tightened progressively until he threw it out in a fit of anger.
Just then, Ouyang Yan pushed the door open and entered.
