Old Master An was advanced in age, his heart as clear as a mirror.
He knew at a glance who was lying.
He took a step forward, his callused hand swinging down.
In a snap, the crisp sound of a slap echoed in the living room.
"Smack--"
An Yu's group jumped in shock, trembling slightly.
A slap left An Man's ears ringing, the reddened palm print clearly imprinted on her cheek.
She looked dazed, her hand covering her face.
Old Master An looked at her with disappointment, his hand numbed from the slap.
"An Man, did you take my words as wind in your ears? How dare you hire an assassin, has your sanity and conscience been eaten by a dog?"
An Man regained her senses, met the fiery look in Old Master An's eyes, and felt a surge of grievance and resentment,"Grandpa, you believe anything that Jian Qing says, this kind of favoritism is unjust. I am the rightful bloodline of the An Family, you would rather believe the words of an outsider than me, I..."
