The words from Nan Yan stunned both individuals present in the room.
An Xiran had never expected Nan Yan, who had always appeared weak and submissive, constantly following behind An Muyao and obeying her every command, to speak such words.
An Muyao, even more so, never expected Nan Yan to dare to speak to her like this. Her face couldn't hide her anger anymore.
Nan Yan walked slowly towards her, her slender figure standing tall like a pine tree, exuding an inexplicable aura.
Her cool gaze locked onto An Muyao's eyes as she sneered, "You're nothing but a fake heiress who took advantage of someone else's nest. What gives you the right to think that you deserve all the privileges you enjoy?"
"You've seized the position that originally belonged to me, and now you want to control my life. Who do you think you are?"
An Muyao's face turned pale in an instant. "Yanyan, that's not what I meant..."
