An Ning stuck out her tongue and followed Lin Cuihua into the house.
"Hurry and wash your hands, it's time to eat!"
"Okay!"
An Ning readily agreed, not daring to waste a moment. She washed her hands and sat obediently on the stool, waiting for dinner.
Seeing An Ning act like this, Lin Cuihua felt a surge of frustration with nowhere to direct it.
She placed the bowls on the table, unable to stop herself from nagging, "You're just a young girl. No matter how capable you are, you're still all alone. It's so dangerous to go up the mountain at night—do I even need to tell you that?"
"No, you don't."
An Ning sat ramrod straight, shaking her head obediently.
"Let's just eat."
Lin Cuihua really didn't know what to say to An Ning.
She was just a young girl. If Lin Cuihua was too harsh, she worried An Ning would take it to heart, but if she said nothing, she feared An Ning wouldn't learn her lesson.
It was tough.
