The Sneak Attack

An eerie silence settled over the dining table.

Pei Ziqi and Li Donglai displayed masterful facial expressions. Their eyes and noses were full of drama, and even their wide-open mouths seemed to be acting, as though they might blurt out at any moment, "So this is the kind of person Qin Ze is."

Su Yu glared fiercely at Qin Ze with her beautiful eyes. This was flirting, right? It was definitely flirting. She had heard Qin Ze say the same thing more than once. For example, when the two of them were studying the Edo Forty-Eight Techniques, Qin Ze would occasionally blurt out, "Su Aili, call Dad," to spice things up.

Compared with Su Yu's annoyance and jealousy, Pei Nanman was completely stunned. The hand holding her chopsticks trembled nonstop, trembling and trembling...

The moment Qin Ze said that, he regretted it deeply. Showing off felt great for a moment, but then came the risk of sinking to the bottom of the Huangpu River...

It felt great to predict the enemy's moves. No one else knew what the spinning top meant to Pei Nanman. Only he knew. He also knew that seeing the spinning top reminded Pei Nanman of her father. So "call Dad" was not flirting, as Su Yu believed—it was a shocking revelation.

But whether it was flirting or a revelation, it seemed inappropriate to say it aloud.

"Sister Man, I was joking." Qin Ze laughed. "Just trying to lighten the mood."

"Is it funny? Why don't I think so?" Under the table, Su Yu viciously pinched Qin Ze's waist and stomped on his foot, muttering, "Funny? Funny?"

Pei Nanman remained expressionless. "Eat."

She forcefully suppressed the urge to pin Qin Ze to the ground and grind him into the floor, then call eight hundred burly men to