Inside, An Ning hesitated for a moment before projecting her spiritual power outward. She saw many figures but couldn't be sure which one it was.
She retracted her spiritual power, sitting in her wheelchair, lost in thought.
'Twice now.'
She had been spied on twice in total. But each time, the person retreated extremely quickly, as if they could predict her actions.
Because of the existence of those top-tier powerhouses, An Ning didn't dare to underestimate anyone.
Even though she had her spiritual power as a cheat, she still couldn't look down on anyone.
"Awooo—"
Seeing that An Ning wasn't moving, Xiao Lang let out a low whine as a reminder.
An Ning looked down, picked up Xiao Lang, placed him on her lap, and soothed him by stroking his back.
"Tell me, what kind of breed are you, really?"
"It's been so long, and you still haven't grown."
The second reason An Ning didn't dare to be careless was Xiao Lang.
