An Ning blinked, unsure if she had heard it wrong. This was something the uncle often said, always telling her to keep a clear mind. "..."
Mo Ang's eyes were filled with a cold threat. His rough fingers lifted her chin, asking as he explored back and forth. "You should know for the sake of money, who you should choose."
His repeated disdain made An Ning extremely angry. "Who I want to choose is my freedom. I don't know if I'll choose that Zhou guy, but I can tell you, I definitely won't choose you. Move aside!"
She pushed him away forcefully and stumbled toward the door.
Mo Ang watched her back. "You will regret it."
An Ning paid him no attention at all. Whether she regretted it or not was her own business, and none of anyone else's concern.
...
As An Ning walked out the door, President Zhou's call came through. "Sweetheart, where are you?"
Over the phone, An Ning felt an urge to vomit. "I... my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable, wait a moment!"
