"But if Zhou Shiran keeps causing trouble..." An Ning didn't finish her sentence.
"I won't let her cause any more trouble," An Jiancheng said.
An Ning sighed. "I don't want to be constantly threatened by her, but I'm helpless."
An Jiancheng also felt that Zhou Shiran was going too far. "I will definitely think of a way to deter her in the future."
"Dad, I do have a strategy, but I'm unsure if it's appropriate to say it," An Ning tentatively asked.
"Let's hear it."
An Ning thought for a moment, trying to open her mouth a few times, then eventually shook her head. "Never mind, let's not talk about it."
An Jiancheng frowned. "If you have an idea, speak up. Don't hold back half of it."
"It's not that I intentionally want to hold back, but I really shouldn't say this. If I did, you would surely take it the wrong way," An Ning explained with difficulty.
"I won't, just say it, I'm asking you to."
An Ning deliberately pondered, appearing troubled. "Then shall I speak?"