An Sancheng really meant it!
Wielding a shoe, he chased An Guoming while hopping on one foot, and was somehow still able to keep up.
An Guoming howled as he ran, his legs churning. But miraculously, he managed to trip over his own feet, falling flat on his face every few steps.
This was a first for An Ning. 'In the interstellar age, genetic development made everyone incredibly athletic. I've never seen anyone so clumsy.'
"Little Sis—"
An Guoming ran toward An Ning for protection, but she nimbly dodged out of the way.
"If Dad's hitting you, he must be right."
'An Ning didn't actually know who was right, but she could tell An Sancheng wasn't hitting him hard. It just sounded worse than it was.'
'Besides, in the An family, An Sancheng was the big boss, and she was just a grunt. Naturally, she had to listen to the boss.'
