Zhang Ziyin still held her phone with a look of triumph on her face as she watched An Nan, completely unafraid that the man on the other end of the phone would refuse her.
As long as this woman is in her hands, even for a second, that man would obediently say whatever she wanted, even against his better judgment. He would say those two words that she wanted to hear, but her purpose now was not those words—'wife'—but rather to deal with this woman before her.
An Nan's mood at this moment was tense; she was very afraid of hearing the answer she didn't want, and even if that man said these two words without sincerity, it would create a knot in her heart for future life. It had nothing to do with others; it was purely her emotional cleanliness from childhood causing trouble. Knowing full well that this is bad, she still couldn't control herself.
