Seeing the gun and feeling his life threatened, An Hanyi was so scared he wet his pants.
Upon hearing from An Feng about his sister, his An Family, his panic-stricken heart was as stimulated as a roller coaster.
He quickly realized, however, that the woman before him was not his mother.
The terror and fear in his eyes slowly faded, but his body still couldn't move.
Yet as long as it was a person and not a ghost, the initial fear wasn't there anymore.
But the thing pressed against his chin was indeed threatening his life.
"Who, who are you?" An Hanyi asked, feigning bravery.
An Feng twisted the hand holding the weapon and struck his face with the other end of the gun.
She sneered, "You little punk! Though I don't want to admit it, you have to call me Aunt!"
"Aunt!"
Hardly had An Feng finished her sentence before An Hanyi opened his mouth to call out.
His voice was urgent, with a hint of ingratiation.
