Nancy realized her improper speech, blushed from ear to ear, and hurriedly looked down at the floor.

She wanted to explain but knew not what to say as her mind was now a mess.

His lips curved up more distinctly, and he hummed faintly.

Her face burned even more.

Whitney watched their interaction but didn't notice anything wrong. In her view, Nancy's blush was a sign of her shyness to see her senior.

Besides, Ned was a walking hormone that attracted women's attention everywhere he went. Whitney had long been used to it.

She couldn't blame Nancy for her timid nature.

Not to mention Nancy, even she would blush at times to see her little uncle when she was caught in the act of doing something wrong. Unable to defend herself, she would be every anxious...

Whitney put down the pen, "Ned, you're quite early today."

Ned spoke in a bland voice, "Mm, I'll stay for dinner."

Whitney was shocked, "What?"

"Humph, have you solved the quiz? Didn't you comprehend it?"

Whitney held the pen without the guts to retort and had to reply in dejection, "I... I'm doing it."

Ned looked at Nancy, "Come out with me."

"Ah, oh, okay."

Nancy got up and followed Ned.

Whitney glanced at the trash can, stared at the crumpled paper, and got an idea in her mind.

Ned looked back, "If you dare to rummage through the trash can for the answer, I have all the means to deal with you."

Whitney was shocked...

In fact, even if she rummaged through the trash can, Ned wouldn't know. It was just that he had seen through the fact that she didn't know the answer.

If she copied the answer, Ned would really punish her.

Whitney had experienced the sternness of her little uncle and could only sit in the chair sighing.

Nancy followed him out of the living room, and the latter took the main seat of the sofa.

He lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and gestured to Nancy, "Sit."

Nancy hesitantly sat on the sofa with her back straight and her neck stiff. She fixed her eyes on the fruit plate and dared not move.

Ned reached out his hand to flick the cigarette ash and looked sideways at Nancy, "Afraid of me?"

Her neck moving, Nancy turned mechanically to Ned and looked at his collar rather than his eyes.

She forced a smile, "Are you looking for me for any explanation? I hang out with Whitney with no particular intentions, but because we get along."

In fact, her pride was injured when he called her out for a talk.

Although she was not good enough and tarnished, she was sincere to her friends.

Silently Ned stared at her for quite a while before speaking, "I'm glad to see it in this way."

Nancy clenched her fingers to the point that her nails sank into the flesh of her palms, "Sounds like I have ill intentions."

The corner of his lips curved up slightly, "Don't you?"

His words were very biting to her ear.

"What would I expect?"

Nancy asked back.

As a veteran in the business world, he certainly would not be stumped by a young girl. With a spurious smile, he replied, "Ask yourself what you expect. When you sold yourself in the bar, you knew exactly what you wanted."

His speech sounded harsh and was made in the shoes of a senior who tried to shoo the delinquent away from his niece. In so doing, his niece would be not led astray.