The mocking look in Cheng Beilin's eyes made An Zhiwei even angrier. Just as she was about to say something else, An Zhiqian frowned and whispered, "Xiao Wei, shut up."
An Zhiwei turned to look at An Zhiqian. Seeing his dark expression, she didn't dare say another word. Her brother was usually fine—protective and doting, even—but if she truly angered him, she would face dire consequences.
Seeing An Zhiwei quiet down, An Zhiqian secretly clenched his jaw, once again regretting that he had brought her along. He knew his own sister best. In the socialite circles of Xiangcheng, everyone called An Zhiwei an airhead, and they weren't wrong. She never liked to study, was empty-headed, yet vain and materialistic. She loved showing off everywhere she went and always spoke without thinking. Her status as a Xiangcheng socialite was genuine, but her behavior, talent, and knowledge… He wasn't trying to put his own sister down, but truly, not a single aspect of her lived up to that title.
