An Ning was pleased to see the look of shock and regret on Xiao Shan's face.
Her good mood prompted a smile, which Xiao Shan immediately caught.
"Ha! I knew it. You were tricking me, weren't you?"
Stroking his chin with one hand, Xiao Shan circled An Ning, sizing her up.
"So I've figured out your cruel sense of humor."
An Ning showed no sign of guilt. She looked Xiao Shan right in the eye and said, "You haven't even seen a fraction of it."
Her words, combined with her uncanny expression, sent a shiver down Xiao Shan's spine.
It was at that moment that Xiao Shan realized for the first time: he was no match for this woman.
Xiao Shan wasn't even afraid of his own tough-as-nails father, but the feeling An Ning gave him was... different.
It was as if she were a higher class of being, and he was just a lamb to the slaughter.
Seeing that she had scared Xiao Shan off, An Ning paid it no mind and went back to consoling An Guoming.
