"What are you staring at?" An'an glared at the young comrade, "Don't you have your own principles? Do you just believe whatever others say? Is he your leader or are you your leader? Or has water entered your brain too?"
The young comrade nervously swallowed, his expression toward Sheng An changed. Wow! So arrogant, cursing with a fierceness that rivals those from their village, looks like she really isn't a spy.
Hai Lan looked at Sheng An in shock, a turbulent flow in her eyes.
"Let's go, follow me to the Su Family, let's sort this out. After that, not only do you owe me an apology, but you also need to compensate me for my clay pot and my soup, which my sister made personally."
"Who is your sister?"
