Gu Yelin and An Yiqing quickly separated, turning in unison to look at the utterly clueless An Zhiyan.
"Second brother, why haven't you left yet?" An Yiqing elegantly rolled her eyes, starting to shoo him away.
An Zhiyan was choked by An Yiqing's words and coughed for a long time, pointing at his nose, "Me leave? Where would I go? Little sister, this is my turf!"
"Shouldn't you be training around this time?"
"You heartless little girl, I'm here to see you off because you're leaving, okay?" An Zhiyan glared at her with eyes full of resentment, "Oh, so now that you have a husband, you don't need a brother anymore, right? Who pampered you and made you comfortable these past days, huh? Alas! A girl always favors an outsider! A married sister is like spilled water!"
An Yiqing rolled her eyes a few more times. Who said An Zhiyan was Instructor Iceberg? In front of her, this man like a grumpy old widow—what on earth is this?
