Shen Ming's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, but he quickly suppressed it. "Cousin, is something troubling you?"
"No," An'an said coldly, clearly not in the mood to answer.
The more she denied it, the more suspicious Shen Ming became. He felt An'an's temperament was quite erratic and strange. Even if she reacted differently to different people, the contrast shouldn't be this evident.
He had invested a lot of effort in this cousin. He'd studied her at times, even more so than Xu Qigang, who, in his mind, would eventually become a dead man. His biggest rival was undoubtedly An'an.
Anyone valued by Grandpa was no simple character.
"Cousin, you're Grandpa's most beloved granddaughter, and I'm your blood cousin. Even though the Shen Family is in decline, we still have our foundation. Remember to tell me if you run into any trouble."
