An An bit her lip, like a drenched dog, and quickly turned to leave.
Shiheng came down from upstairs and saw An An's figure disappearing from his sight.
Bian Yue sat on the sofa with an arrogant demeanor.
Shiheng looked at Bian Yue and asked softly, "You're not planning to let Shi An'an leave the crew?"
"One thing at a time; I don't want to mix work with personal matters," Bian Yue paused and chuckled, "Besides, flies don't sting seamless eggs."
Shiheng's expression darkened, and he heard Bian Yue say, "Half an hour ago, I already contacted uncle about calling off the engagement. Judging by the time, they should be arriving soon."
Shiheng's hand gripped the stair railing tightly.
"Do you really have to be so ruthless? Bian Yue, have you thought about the consequences of calling off the engagement now?"
"Shiheng, I am the young miss of the Bian Family! I have my pride. You think you can threaten me with my parents' inheritance to fake marry you? Impossible!"
