"Calm down, calm down, put the gun down. I mean no harm." The blond-haired, blue-eyed man raised his hands in a surrender gesture, still holding a camera.
The flash just now came from the camera.
Sheng Ning sized him up and down. She indeed often saw such street performers and realized that her reaction was too sensitive. Once she confirmed there was no danger, she put away the pistol.
"Iâm a photographer. I just thought the way you smiled would be beautiful, so I couldnât help but take a picture of you." The photographer looked helplessly at the hand that had just held a weapon, and at the stroller beside her, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Are women so tough nowadays? One hand with a child, the other with a dagger.
"Go away!" Sheng Ning said coldly and pushed the stroller forward.
The man shook his head helplessly, wanting to catch up and ask her name but remembered the cold attitude, so he held back. He came to this street often, hoping there might be a chance to meet again.
Maryâs studio was visible from afar with its large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the mannequins in the display wearing luxurious dresses. It looked so dreamy; the kind of place that would make women linger outside.
Sheng Ning hurriedly walked a few steps, passing by Feng Familyâs art auction house. This street gathered the worldâs most luxurious items; it was normal for Feng Family to have a shop here.
As Sheng Ning walked past, she saw Feng Xintong talking to a woman at the entrance. She couldnât help but stop and take a closer look, the unfamiliar woman becoming increasingly familiar, as if sheâd seen her before at Feng Manor, when she was beside Feng Zhenzhen.
She took another look at the opulently decorated Feng Family auction house, feeling an increasing sense of foreboding. Wasnât Feng Xintong attending college at Ivy? What was she doing here?
Could it be that sheâs already starting to meddle in the familyâs business?
"Auntie, thatâs Feng Zhenzhenâs maid." Lin En tugged at Sheng Ningâs clothes, whispering, "Iâve seen her before. Whatâs she doing with Feng Xintong?"
The little guy was very observant, probably inheriting it from his father, as Lin Lisha certainly didnât have it. Sheng Ning was becoming more curious about what kind of person Lin Enâs father was.
"Youâre right, Little Lin En is so smart." Sheng Ning gave him a thumbs up, intentionally testing him, "What do you think they are secretly up to? What might they be saying?"
Lin En tilted his head, thinking for a while before saying, "Certainly nothing good. Now that Feng Zhenzhen is in trouble, her maid is running to find Feng Xintong. Maybe theyâve been in cahoots all along. Oh my..."
By the end, Lin En covered his mouth in disbelief, "Could it be that Feng Xintong is also a bad person?" He had always thought the villain was Feng Zhenzhen, because every time Feng Zhenzhen looked at Auntie, it was spine-chilling.
"Auntie, is Feng Xintong also a bad person?" The little guy clearly didnât expect that the kind-looking big sister might actually be bad.
Sheng Ning nodded firmly, whispering into Lin Enâs ear, "Yes, Feng Xintong is the biggest villain. So Lin En, you must observe people carefully and not let preconceived notions cloud your judgment, got it? Feng Zhenzhen was deceived by Feng Xintongâs appearance, which led to her current predicament."
"Hmm, Iâll remember that." The little guy said seriously, clenching his fist.
"The more a dog barks, the more useless it is. On the contrary, itâs the dogs that donât bark that bite, catching you off guard, and that is truly dangerous."