No matter how swiftly Smiling Lady exhausted her vocabulary of insults, his support rates ceased to decline. Seeing no results, Smiling Lady grew angrier with her curses, while An Su became happier the more he was scolded.
The more An Su observed Smiling Lady, the more pleasing he found her, although she was a bit too radical, but she spoke honestly. An Su greatly admired honesty as a rare quality; among all the people he had encountered in this world, not a single one was honest.
And An Su's appreciative gaze, in the eyes of Smiling Lady, was a blatant provocation.
She became so furious that her face turned completely red, sweat trickling down her forehead, shoulders trembling, her skin steamed into a mix of dark and purple, with a puffy red emerging from the purple. Her revived vocabulary centered around An Su's parents, with his family tree as the radius, and started to encompass An Su's ancestors up to eighteen generations.