He knew.
He saw right through the act.
Ji'an didn't let her recover. She leaned in a fraction of an inch closer, her lips brushing the shell of Su Wan's ear.
"Listen closely, little flower," Ji'an whispered, so quietly that the recording runes couldn't possibly pick it up.
The flirtatious tone vanished, replaced by a cold, surgical precision.
"I know exactly what kind of game you're playing. You can manipulate the Princess all you want, but keep your sticky hands off my Class 9 people. If I find out you've been whispering poison in her ear to point her at my friends or me..."
Ji'an pulled back slightly, letting the warm, flirtatious smile return to her face for the cameras.
She gently tapped the spatula handle against Su Wan's cheek, a gesture that looked playful to an outsider, but felt like a physical threat to the girl.
"...I'll make sure the whole sect knows exactly how helpful you really are. Understand?"
