An Ning's already panicked heart was thrown into even more chaos by his words. "If you come here again, you'll definitely be caught. Do you know that the security here are all retired special forces soldiers? Do you know there are guards outside the entire neighborhood? If you break in recklessly, you might get shot on the spot."
Mo Ang looked down at her anxious expression and slowly curled his lips, his handsome face full of smugness. "Why does it sound like you're very worried about me, worried that I'll get shot to death?"
An Ning turned her face away, shaking off his hand that was pinching her chin. "Sorry, you're really overthinking it, I'm not worried about you at all!"
His eyes grew deeper, playful, as if he had already seen into her heart. "But from your eyes, I can see you're feeling sorry for me."
An Ning pushed him away. "I'm not at all; you better leave quickly, or if you're seen later, and my grandfather sends people to catch you, don't blame me!"
