The atmosphere was terrifyingly eerie as she stared at him, creating an awkward tension that was suffocating. Eventually, unable to endure it any longer, he took the initiative to say, "Please come with us!"
"What for? Without a reasonable excuse, I won't go."
Fatty Zhu looked at An'an in astonishment, "Sheng An, don't you recognize me?"
"Sure, I do!"
"Then why...?" he didn't finish his sentence. Being a smart person, he knew better than to push further. Facing someone with such a cold demeanor was pointless. It was clear that the obedient, gentle girl he remembered and the person with a strong presence and cold gaze before him were two different people.
They were identical in appearance, but nothing else was the same.
"It's an order from the organization. You must comply."
"Well then!" An'an shrugged, following Fatty Zhu out.
