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Mo Ye Han aggressively walked towards his big brother's room, and inside, An Qian felt a little thirsty, so he stood up and walked outside.

He opened the door and walked out. The moment he did, a wall of flesh directly smashed into him. An shallow nose was in so much pain from the collision that it couldn't help but scream.

"Shut up!" Mo Ye coldly rebuked.

"I wanted to ask you, what's going on with you standing in front of someone's house without making a sound?" An Qian rubbed her nose, but she didn't look happy.

"Aren't you repairing something inside? What are you doing outside?" Could it be that he wanted to take the opportunity to escape?

"I'm thirsty. I'd like to pour myself a glass of water to drink." An Qian was about to die from anger. This man hurt her so much that her nose hurt. Not only was she not apologizing, she was still so fierce. Did he really treat her like a dishonorable slave?

The eyes of the Dark Demonic Hawk coldly swept over her body. After a long while, he finally spoke in a cold tone, "Servants, pour some water for the eldest young mistress."

"Yes." When the servant heard the sound, he rushed over and handed a cup of wine to An Qian.

"Thank you." An shallowly received the cup and politely thanked him.

He turned around and walked back into the room. After taking a few steps, he found that the man was still standing in front of the door. She turned around and said, "What are you standing there for? Is there something you want to tell me? "If you have something to say, come in."

Mo Ye Han slightly widened his eyes.

This scene seemed a little strange. This was clearly his home, but why did it sound like he was a guest from her tone? Still, he lifted his foot and walked in.

The carpet next to the sofa was a complete mess. There were toy models scattered all over the place.

"Are you sure you can fix it?" Mo Ye Han casually sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed naturally. There was a trace of obvious mockery and disbelief in his tone.

An Qian knelt at her original spot and nodded. "Yes, I think I can."

Mo Ye Han chuckled and said, "In other words, you don't have complete confidence."

"No." An Qian suddenly raised her head, her eyes shining. "I just need time," she said confidently.

Mo YHan seemed to be startled by her attitude, but very quickly, he regained his indifference. The corner of her lips curled up, "What if I can't fix it?"

Was it like what she said just now, that she would never appear in front of her big brother again? He didn't buy her back at a high price because he wanted her to be so petty. If she didn't behave, and if he knew better, he could have pushed her out of hell just now!

Unexpectedly, An Qiushan said with an air of victory, "If there is no such thing as an 'if'."

Mo Ye's cold eyes suddenly became a bit colder.

A woman who lies is a disgrace, and a woman who can tell a good lie is even more disgraceful.

With a gloomy expression, he coldly warned, "If you don't fix it well, I will annul the marriage with you and take back all the money I gave to the An clan as well as the fifty million yuan betrothal gift we proposed to you. The An family would have nothing. And you will again face the fate of being sent to India to be a prostitute! "

When An Qian heard this, her heartstrings trembled!

Mo Ye Han's words were undoubtedly a naked threat and a warning.

Although his attitude and tone of voice hadn't been very friendly before, it still wasn't as cold and brutal as before. How had she provoked him again?

She had thought that he was still human. It seemed that he had blinded her aluminum-alloy dog eyes. This man was indeed as the rumors said, bloodthirsty, ruthless, and cruel!

However, she was truly afraid.