An You looked completely calm, her expression betraying nothing. She casually crossed from one side of her own courtyard to the other, then casually pulled a bottle of champagne from the bucket carried by a waiter passing beside her. Everything was understated and effortless.
She pulled out the cork, pressed her thumb over the mouth of the bottle, and began shaking it slowly, as if warming up.
And so, a killer with extraordinary mental fortitude and superb acting skills began approaching An Yang. The motion of her hand gripping her weapon grew more intense with every step.
It was like a symphony orchestra launching into a new movement. Amid the forceful yet increasingly urgent notes, the music steadily climbed toward its climax. It was like the heavy, powerful beat of war drums as two armies faced off, perfectly matching the soldiers' marching rhythm. Eventually, the vanguards of both sides would crash into each other!
A few seconds later, An You felt that the champagne in her hand had built up a tremendous amount of foam and was about to burst free. She hurriedly raised the brim of her little round hat and glanced toward the spot where An Yang had been standing—the attack coordinates she had designated in her plan—
However... An Yang was nowhere to be seen.
"Eh?"
An You immediately stopped shaking the champagne and looked up, only to discover that An Yang had somehow gone to the other side and was chatting with the pretty woman who had previously made things difficult for Ji Weiwei... He was ten meters away from her!
"What a rotten-hearted bastard! The moment he sees a beautiful woman, he goes right over—even women with boyfriends aren't safe from him!"
"I'm going to punish you on behalf of Sister-in-law Xiao Qian, Sister Weiwei,