When Xue Zhiyi and Old An wanted to talk alone, everyone else in the room instinctively left.
Once everyone was gone, Xue Zhiyi spoke, "Uncle An, I know what you're worried about. You're afraid I'll have something with An'an again, right?"
Hearing this, Old An widened his eyes; so Xue Zhiyi knew what he was worried about.
He looked at Xue Zhiyi, who continued, "Uncle An, I promise you, nothing like that will happen, don't worry."
Seeing Xue Zhiyi's sincere expression, Old An sighed, "Ah, Xiaoxue, it's not that I'm saying you're no good, just... ah, ah!"
Old An kept sighing; he really couldn't bring himself to say it.
Seeing Old An's troubled and pained look, Xue Zhiyi continued, "Uncle An, you don't need to say anything, I understand."
"Ah!" Old An sighed again.
