People have an aura. The same sentence, spoken by people with different auras, can have vastly different effects. Take this Senior Sister, for example. With her eyebrows arched, hands on her hips, table-pounding, and eyes glaring, her aura was unprecedentedly powerful. Most timid young men would be so scared by the mere sight of her that they'd stammer meekly, unable to speak.
Lin Ming was also completely bewildered by the question. He hadn't come in through proper channels to begin with, so he felt a little guilty. He retorted, "Am I not allowed in here?"
Hearing Lin Ming's question, the Senior Sister's anger flared. 'Keep pretending, you bastard!' She refused to believe that anyone with a visitor's pass wouldn't know the Qin Mansion's unwritten rule forbidding male entry. Just as she was about to explode, a gentle, sweet, and unhurried female voice drifted over. "Sister Lingg, what's wrong?"
