Facing such questioning, An Liyang fearlessly returned the gaze, his words cold and devoid of any emotion: "If you still don’t understand, then I might as well say it again tonight: I have nothing to do with the An Family now, and I don’t want to go back. As for you who are willing to stay there, it has nothing to do with . My only wish is that you don’t let your greed and sches involve . As for the so-called spending this New Year’s Eve together, I also find it unnecessary. If you understand now, please leave with these things imdiately."
"An Liyang, you bastard." The originally overturned glass was directly knocked to the ground by Xi Xilan, her face full of ferocity, extrely terrifying.
Gao Yuwen and An Yuya glanced at each other, too scared to speak.
Only An Liyang remained indifferent, continuing to look at the other calmly, with words gradually tinged with impatience: "Are you done yet? If so, please leave now."
It was still this sentence, not because he was out of words, but because for these three won, he really had nothing to say, only a deep-seated disgust in his heart.
Perhaps Xi Xilan hadn’t expected her son would tell her, "Are you done yet?" For a mont, her ferocious face was filled with ashen despair, even turning frightfully pale. Her eyes showed disbelief as she stared unblinkingly at him, as if trying to truly see through the man in front of her.
Then she was disappointed; she found herself unable to see through him at all.
After that, she kept shaking her head, muttering to herself: "You’re not...you’re not my son, who are you really, and why do you pretend to be him?"
Towards her questioning, An Liyang’s smile remained at the corners of his mouth, his eyes beginning to show disdain. Then, his words carried a clear mocking tone.
"What kind of son do you want? One who listens to you without question, doesn’t resist you, or just a puppet to do whatever you say? Well, I can tell you, by those standards, I’m really not your son, because I won’t obey, I will resist you, and I’m certainly not a puppet." An Liyang spoke as lightly as if it was not about himself.
As he spoke, he began to feel tired and didn’t want to keep entangling anymore, then he directly walked to the door and opened it, making a gesture for them to leave.
"If you three have nothing else, please leave now! If you don’t want to take those things, I’ll have soone co and clear them later."
As he spoke, he didn’t even glance at the three of them and their ugly expressions.
Gao Yuwen didn’t want to leave. Her original plan was to wait until after three rounds of drinks to climb into this man’s bed and create an irreversible fact. So if she left so easily now, what would happen to her plan?
At that mont, she anxiously cast a pleading look at Xi Xilan beside her, her voice filled with grievance: "You see him..."
Originally she thought she could rely on this woman’s affection to at least stand by her side and speak for her. Who would have thought the only response she’d get was a cold warning look and a reprimand: "Gao Yuwen, shut up."
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