Lu Mingfei noticed her expression was clearly off, her face turning pale, not like she was lying to deceive him.
"What happened when you shook hands with her?"
An An only felt a chill emanating from her heels; since she liked Lu Mingfei, there were things she should probably tell him.
At the very least, before she confessed to him, he could fully understand her and wouldn't be afraid of her.
"When I shook hands with her, I saw the black light emitting from the top of her head, it represents heavy resentment and murderous intent, she's definitely not a good person."
After speaking, An An held Lu Mingfei's hand, "Now I'm holding your hand, I see the light on top of your head is yellow tinged with blackness, you've had a fair amount of blood on your hands, but the main light is yellow, embodying your honest and bold energy, your spirit is different."
Listening to her words, Lu Mingfei frowned, how did An An know these things?
