"..." Before she could finish reading the name, the newspaper was snatched away by Mrs. An. An Yin retorted, "Weren't you reading it before I came in? Hmph, you're acting like only government officials are allowed to start fires; commoners aren't allowed to light lamps."
"You little rascal!" An Ying reached out and tapped An Yin on the forehead.
"Ouch...it hurts!" An Yin feigned grievance, clutching her forehead.
"Stop pretending, I didn't even use any force," An Ying couldn't help but expose her daughter's act.
"Haha..." An Yin wasn't upset, and she clinged to Mrs. An's arm playfully, her face full of mischief, "The man on the newspaper headline is really handsome!"
An Yin casually spoke, just trying to tease the other.
But An Ying's heart rang with alarm bells, fearing the other had noticed something odd, she pretended to be relaxed and said, "I didn't notice."
