An English translation of the chapter, adhering to your rules and glossary:
Zeng Anmin's expression stiffened, and he forced a dry laugh as he nodded. "Ahem, yes. The sheer shock of watching you subdue the demon last night is still vivid in my mind."
"Hmph." His father remained noncommittal.
Zeng Anmin changed the subject, shifting his gaze to An Shiyi, who was huddled right in front of him. At this moment, she looked incredibly fragile and delicate, her beauty just as striking as the first time they had met. However, she was now curled up in a corner, not even daring to lift her head.
"Today is actually my first time seeing a member of the Demon Race..." Zeng Anmin's voice was filled with curiosity as he slowly approached her.
He could faintly detect a strange scent in the air. The smell wasn't unpleasant, but for some reason, it just made his skin crawl. He twitched his nose and frowned. "What's that smell?"
