With her tall and slender figure, Zhong Qing's attire, a cashmere top paired with sleek black pants, accentuated her elegance. While her visage was youthful and innocent, her demeanor spoke of a maturity that often overshadowed even the composed Wu Yin. 1

Yet now, she raced forward with a rare urgency. Striding forward, her fiery eyes locked onto Zhong Cheng, as if wishing to confront him for some wrongdoing. Witnessing Wang Xuan engrossed in the manual, she raised her voice, a note of desperation evident, “Stop reading that!”0

Zhong Cheng involuntarily flinched, completely blindsided by his sister's sudden appearance.0

Wang Xuan looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. He quipped to Zhong Cheng, “Your sister seems quite protective. The Zhong family surely has many such manuals. What's the harm in perusing just one?”0

Feeling trapped and cornered, Zhong Cheng's anxiety was palpable. He attempted to reclaim the manual, but Wang Xuan's grip was steadfast, his attention undeterred. A couple of pages in, Wang Xuan's eyebrows furrowed.0

Wang Xuan was unimpressed with the so-called manual in his hands. "This is it? Just printed...0