An Ning finished speaking and turned to walk ahead. Behind her, Du Guijuan stood dumbfounded in the doorway, motionless for a long time.
"Juan'er, what's wrong?"
"Who was that?"
Someone speaking from inside the house snapped Du Guijuan out of her daze. By then, An Ning was already two or three meters away.
"If you don't start moving, we'll be late."
An Ning's words made Du Guijuan rush out without a second thought. When the others behind the door came out to look, they only saw Du Guijuan's retreating back.
Du Guijuan's daughter, An Jing, stood at the door, pouting and muttering in dissatisfaction, "So secretive."
An Jing couldn't figure out what was going on, so she just went back inside to continue eating.
At the dinner table, she kept pestering An Xiaoming, asking him what had happened at the An family's home.
