Yan Ye impatiently opened the door and glared at Yan Huan, "Please, look at the clock. What time is it already? Are you still here causing a scene? I'm exhausted and still have a pile of clothes to sort through. If you have something to say, save it and speak slowly tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, he was about to close the door.
Yan Huan propped the door open with one hand, her gaze fixed on Yan Ye, and provocatively lifted her chin, "Is this how you treat your own sister? Weren't you just on the phone with An Hao? I saw that you were quite enthusiastic in your conversation with her. Now that it's your own sister, this is your attitude?"
"If you keep being unreasonable, I'll not be polite to you," Yan Ye pretended to raise his hand as if to hit her, "Let me tell you, next time I'm on the phone, mind your own business and stop eavesdropping."
"Fine. If you've got the guts, take apart the other landline in the living room tomorrow," Yan Huan retorted unceremoniously.
