The Sound of Bad Luck Knocking on Your Door (8)

"Auntie, I know you're mad," Pudding said, her voice filled with deep guilt.

Qin Ning didn't respond, and there was a stern look on her face.

"But we did this for a reason, can you at least give us a chance to explain?"

"No, you don't get a chance. Do you want to explain? Sure, explain to your parents tonight…" Qin Ning covered her ears with her hands and shook her head; she knew her high-IQ niece was trying to brainwash her again. She was determined not to walk into her trap, or else the four-or-so hours of worrying would have been moot.

"Auntie, truth be told, I've always thought that you're the smartest in our family."

"Don't put me on a pedestal, because it's not going to work. Plus, who are you kidding? Everyone knows that your mommy is the smartest in our family!"

"Hahaha…" Upon seeing how cute Qin Ning was, Pudding couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You little brat, are you laughing at me?"