Her blunt comment nearly scared Shan Xing'er to tears.
"Just kidding. Sit."
An Ning gestured with an open palm toward Shan Xing'er. The slightly tan-skinned Shan Xing'er clutched her forehead and sat down nervously across from the three of them.
Xiao Tangtang popped up from the side and handed Shan Xing'er a cool, damp handkerchief.
"Miss, press this to your forehead for a while, and it won't be swollen tomorrow."
Shan Xing'er took it instinctively, first thanking Tangtang. Holding the handkerchief, she didn't know whether she should use it or not.
"Where's that spirit you had when you were trying to stop me outside? Why so timid now?"
An Ning's words made Shan Xing'er manage an embarrassed smile.
"I don't want to apologize. I don't think I did anything wrong out there."
Shan Xing'er lowered her head, stood up from the chair, and said weakly, "I'll be going."
"Go where?"
