Wanqing's lips curled ever so slightly at her mother's question, but there wasn't even a hint of warmth in her expression. The smile didn't reach her eyes and as she stared at Anning, that smile was a promise. A promise that she would make her pay for what had just happened.
"Yes, mother. I will punish her." She said smoothly. The calmness in her voice made Anning's chest tighten.
Across the table, the older woman dropped back to her seat, clearly pleased, her gaze then moved to Anning, "See to it that you do just that."
Anning swallowed hard, forcing herself not to reach, to speak or to give them the satisfaction of seeing her falter. But then Wanqing suddenly stepped away from the table and began walking toward her, each step slow and definitely deliberate. Anning felt her stomach churn in discomfort.
Well, maybe not discomfort but rather, fear.
