An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei, who was a mix of embarrassment and anger, and suddenly had a bad feeling, subconsciously saying, "I was sleeping, and I don't know how this 'Diary' appeared on my face...."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Unconvinced by such a blatant lie, Zhao Qingmei stretched out her hand and reached out to capture An Jing.
An Jing's body vaulted up, instantly disappearing from the bed.
"You dare to dodge?"
Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei became even more furious, channeling her True Qi and slamming a palm towards him.
An Jing dodged again, and the surge of hand force hit the table behind him, immediately shattering the sturdy sandalwood table into pieces.
"Madam, that was bought with silver," An Jing said, sweat beading on his forehead at the sight of the broken wood on the floor.
Zhao Qingmei's face still flushed with embarrassment, she said, "An Xiao Soft, come here."
An Jing raised an eyebrow as if realizing something, "Who is An Xiao Soft?"
