"Huh?"
Ning Fengwan sat in her seat, arms crossed, with one leg cocked in a queen-like posture, the corners of her eyes twitching slightly.
Her gaze fell on the girl peeking out from behind Xue Jing, who wore a timid expression, her tail swishing to and fro, betraying her owner's restless mood.
"Is this the matter you had to attend to? Hm?"
Ning Fengwan's stunning face was expressionless, her already dominant eyes sharp as razors at that moment.
Ning Yuantai, little maid Yun Qin, as well as all members of The Sixth Agency sat obediently in their seats, as still as statues, afraid to make a sound lest they be dragged into the chaotic scene unfolding.
The air was almost solid with tension.
Xue Jing, as if oblivious to everything, smiled as usual and said:
"This is a long story... your next line is, 'Then make it short.'
"Then make it short."
Although Ning Fengwan was annoyed, she grudgingly played along with Xue Jing's joke.
