An Zhiyan looked at An Yiqing, who was smiling with tears on her face, with a headache, feeling speechless. They said the An Family was a den of foxes, with the old man as the Old Fox, but now he felt that the truly formidable fox spirit in the family was this seemingly harmless young girl in front of him.
"Alright, I can't argue with you. Since you want to stay here, remember to stick closely with me at all times. No wandering off on your own, understand?" An Zhiyan made a helpless concession, particularly worried that An Yiqing might run into some trouble here. Recently, some people were playing dirty tricks behind his back, keeping him so busy that he hadn't even had time to manage important matters with the special forces. Because of this, he had already been scolded by his superior several times. But even so, An Zhiyan could only suffer in silence.
There was no choice; those tasks were rightfully his, and he couldn't ignore them.
