An Yiqing's mouth twitched. How could this person's thought process be so bizarre?
"What happened last time was just a small favor, no need to thank me."
"How can that be!" The person looked disapproving, "You're my benefactor, I must repay you! My grandmother used to tell me when I was a child that you must repay kindness, or else heaven will punish you! Lady, I'm Shan Junhong, from Xuandu City. What's your name?"
An Yiqing rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and replied perfunctorily, "My surname is An."
"An? That's a nice surname!" Shan Junhong slapped his thigh, "Have you heard? The First Miss of Xuandu City has the surname An, and she's my idol! Tsk, how wonderful it would be to meet her someday."
An Zhifeng looked at Shan Junhong's expectant face and chuckled. Your idol is right in front of you, silly boy!
An Yiqing turned to give An Zhifeng a chilling glare, scaring him into immediately shutting his mouth.
