An Xuan pursed his lips, refusing to speak, as if his silence was some form of resistance.
An Lan glanced at her brother's pathetic state.
"Zhang Ya has just been transferred out of your team; she can't be reassigned back now. Besides, she's thriving in the translation department, so why would she want to go back to your team and be subjected to your moodiness?"
"I didn't give her any attitude," An Xuan said with difficulty. An Lan snorted coldly without any comment, which only made An Xuan feel worse. But it was at that moment that An Xuan keenly sensed a deeper meaning in An Lan's words.
"What sister means is, Zhang Ya can't come back to my team now, but she might do so in the future."
He looked up, his gaze burning as he stared at An Lan.
