Zhao Yue was afraid Zhao Yue didn't agree at first, but Zhou Shiran had someone break her brother's legs to force Zhao Yue to submit.
"I know Zhou Shiran very well," An Ning said. "She is ruthless and methodical, her plans are unfathomably meticulous—beyond anything we could imagine."
"I'll have someone investigate," Yu Jingchen said immediately. "But until we have results, you can't act on your own without my permission."
"OK," An Ning immediately made a hand gesture.
"Really? You're not lying to me?" Yu Jingchen looked at her skeptically, his probing gaze as if it had its own luminescent quality, overwhelming An Ning with a surging tide of emotions, as if to mesmerize her to death.
An Ning gazed at him dreamily. "Of course, I'm not lying to you. Why would I lie to you?"
Yu Jingchen continued to stare at her as if trying to see through her.
Unable to bear it, An Ning's throat itched and she coughed loudly twice. "Uncle, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that!"