An Yiqing's mouth was twitching uncontrollably, twitching and twitching, unable to stop. She suddenly had a feeling that everyone in the Nan Family, whether good or bad, had water in their brains! She suddenly became curious as to whether the head on Old Master Nanfeng's neck was a brain or a fishbowl full of water; otherwise, how could he have produced so many odd descendants?
"Hey, little girl, what are you thinking? What's with that look in your eyes?" Nan Tian, unnerved by the strange look in An Yiqing's eyes, rubbed his arms vigorously and asked discontentedly.
An Yiqing withdrew her thoughts, rolled her eyes at Nan Tian, and didn't waste her breath further.
