Anning returned home, and when Qi Wenshao came to pay his respects in the evening, he brought her a painting.
Anning took it and glanced at it, then stared intently at Qi Wenshao.
Qi Wenshao felt nervous under her gaze and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Kneel down."
Anning's face suddenly turned cold.
Qi Wenshao involuntarily knelt down before Anning with a thud.
Anning had always spoken to him with gentle and soft words, and had never harshly scolded him like this before. Qi Wenshao knew he must have done something wrong, but he did not understand what exactly he had done wrong.
Anning looked at Qi Wenshao and asked him word by word: "What have I taught you?"
Qi Wenshao hung his head and said nothing.
