At two in the morning in the guesthouse, An Ning peeked through the crack of her door and saw a woman spit at An Guoming's door. The woman muttered to herself as she sashayed away.
Ohh...
Realization dawned on An Ning as she closed her door.
'Good thing Second Brother didn't open the door. If he had dared... Hmph! I'll have Mom break his legs when we get home.'
An Ning's spiritual power followed the woman. After knocking on a few doors, she actually managed to get into one.
It wasn't that An Ning despised the woman, but rather the men.
And if the man had a family, she'd despise him even more.
An Guoming didn't open his door. Relieved, An Ning went to sleep.
As she lay in bed, she wondered, 'Why didn't anyone knock on my door?'
As she drifted off to sleep, An Ning figured it couldn't be a one-person job. 'There must be accomplices.'
The next morning, An Ning still felt groggy. She was dazed for a while after getting up before she finally felt awake.
