It was noon at the An family's dining table.
"An Ning, nothing happened on the mountain, right?"
An Sancheng asked, still worried. His daughter was quite headstrong, and he wasn't entirely convinced.
An Ning, who was focused on her food, didn't expect An Sancheng to bring it up.
An Sancheng had just finished speaking, but before An Ning could answer, Lin Cuihua grew anxious.
"What's wrong? What happened on the mountain? Was it dangerous?"
Seeing Lin Cuihua's worried and frightened expression, An Ning didn't dare tell the truth.
"Mom, the mountain was fine. Look at me, I don't even have a scratch from a blade of grass. Really, nothing happened at all."
After reassuring Lin Cuihua, An Ning met An Sancheng's gaze and said, "Dad, the mountain was perfectly fine."
"Alright, I was just asking."
"Why ask such things? You scared me to death."
Lin Cuihua shot An Sancheng a dissatisfied glare. An Sancheng felt completely innocent.
'What did I do?!'
