An Xiao screamed in despair, "I just want you not to marry Ye Xiaoyu!"
Anjue's expression remained cold, "Don't push your luck! The matter between Little Fish and me is none of your business. If you want me to regain control of your life, you can challenge my patience."
An Xiao's face turned red like a monkey's bottom from anger. Anjue had controlled her marriage and life for three whole years, and she didn't want to repeat that mistake.
She absolutely could not let him control her life again.
"Aunt will not agree!"
Anjue's face darkened, "I said, no one can interfere in my matters."
At this moment, the door of the lounge opened, and Ye Xiaoyu stood at the doorway, leaning against the door frame. Her face was flushed with a somewhat dazed look in her eyes as she softly said, "You guys are so noisy..."
Anjue didn't expect her to be in the lounge. Her face was abnormally red; he quickly walked over and touched her forehead. As expected, she had a fever again.
