"Ouch!"
An Guoming bent over and vigorously rubbed his toes. It hurt like hell.
"Oh... And here I thought it didn't hurt, Second Brother."
An Ning's tone was so natural that An Guoming, still rubbing his toes, grimaced and turned his head to look at his little sister.
"Little Sister, you're definitely getting back at me!"
"No, I'm not!"
An Ning raised her voice slightly, but with a hint of a smile in her eyes, she said, "You don't have any proof, so it doesn't count."
With that, An Ning cheerfully picked up the dictionary and walked away.
'How could an honest, hardworking person like me be scary?' she thought. 'Second Brother must have been mistaken.'
Behind her, An Guoming had stood up and was pointing a finger at An Ning's retreating back, looking around for an ally. But An Guoping, who had been reading, quickly dodged and turned his back to him.
'I don't know anything. I didn't see anything.'
He knew he couldn't take a slap from his dear sister.
