"Honey, what are you doing?"
This man startled her, appearing right in front of her unexpectedly.
Gu Xiaozhan looked down at Mu Anhan from above; if she wasn't feeling guilty, she wouldn't have been startled, would she?
Guilty about what? Acting?
"It's hard to believe you have them wrapped around your finger," Gu Xiaozhan slightly pursed his thin lips, "How did you manage that?"
Mu Anhan scoffed softly, "Isn't it simple? Dad has been a force to reckon with for six or seven decades, a tough nut to crack, but even people like that have weaknesses! Just show him a bit of weakness, but in a sophisticated way, not blatantly telling him, rather use a little trick—like I'm not telling you at all yet you find out..."
