After finishing his words, An Yu gestured towards the darkness, and instantly, a black-clad figure erged from the shadows, standing behind him like a deity.
Xinghua was startled and took two steps back, realizing clearly that she had likely been deceived.
"I... I was wrong. I swear, I won’t tell anyone. Will you forgive ? I won’t speak carelessly anymore," Xinghua cried.
"As I’ve always said, in this world, only the dead can truly keep secrets."
After An Yu finished saying this, the black-clad figure behind him suddenly sprang into action, and in a brief mont, Xinghua was taken away to an unknown location.
However, An Yu seed unperturbed, clapped his hands, and returned ho.
In the courtyard, Xiaoniu was crouched on the ground, tracing a crack along the yard.
An Yu looked around but did not find any sign of An Ning.
Then, he approached Xiaoniu with playful intent, extending a finger to poke him.
Thud!
The little guy stumbled and fell, still bewildered about what had happened.
An Yu reached out, continuing to poke him again.
Only then did Xiaoniu turn around, first looking at An Yu with confusion, and then burst into tears.
An Yu hadn’t reacted yet when An Ning rushed out of the house, holding Xiaoniu in her arms, and glared at An Yu, "Did you bully him?"
Otherwise, Xiaoniu is usually so well-behaved, he wouldn’t cry for no reason.
An Yu: "No, why would I bully a little brat?" It frankly lowered his IQ to even consider it.
Clearly, he had automatically ignored the fact that he had just made Xiaoniu fall with a poke.
However, Xiaoniu pointed at him suddenly, babbling, "Hit, hit, hit..."
While speaking, he demonstrated a punching gesture.
An Yu: "..."
At this mont, he deeply suspected that this kid was deliberately opposing him.
That Xinghua bullied him for so long, and he never saw him do this—he rely poked him lightly!
But An Ning gave him no ti to think, stepping forward and giving him a push.
An Yu staggered but managed to stabilize himself in ti, avoiding an embarrassing fall.
"An Ning, I’m still injured, aren’t you being a bit too harsh?" An Yu accused.
An Ning laughed coldly, "Stop pretending. What kind of injured person would be like you, after getting their head smashed and bleeding all over the floor one day, and jumping around lively the next?"
Such recovery speed is sothing even a deity couldn’t manage.
The only explanation is that An Yu’s injury wasn’t as severe, and it was all an act.
Having been injured herself, An Ning knew that with the bleeding level An Yu had yesterday, he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for half a month.
So, his current liveliness only shows that the bleeding and injury are not in line with common sense.
Watching An Ning’s departing figure, An Yu smiled helplessly.
He raised his hand to touch the bandage on his head and casually removed it.
Since he had been found out, there was no need to keep pretending.
Although he hadn’t disguised himself excessively, he hadn’t expected to be exposed so quickly.
It appears his sister is quite clever.
An Yu raised his hand to rub his head.
He admitted that indeed, a large portion of yesterday’s blood on the ground was fake, but he had shed a small amount himself.
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