An Ning thought her performance was flawless, but she didn't realize that her momentary stiff expression was caught by Sikong Wuyou.
Indeed, she was familiar with Zhou Ying, or at least had heard of her.
However, although An Ning deliberately concealed this, Sikong Wuyou didn't intentionally expose her.
"The recent incident of luring the wolves down the mountain was orchestrated by this Zhou Ying, and Zhou Ying also died under the claws of those wolves."
Every time Sikong Wuyou spoke, he carefully observed An Ning's expression.
Having lived through three lifetimes, An Ning never lived past twenty.
Therefore, when it came to reading expressions, she naturally couldn't compare to Sikong Wuyou.
"I don't know why you are telling this to a common girl like me, what does this have to do with me?" An Ning couldn't comprehend Sikong Wuyou's intention.
Could it be that this lord is idle?
That was indeed possible, An Ning thought to herself.
