An Ning's affirmation was just what Lin Xiaoxiao was hoping for.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Xiaoxiao adopted the air of a dashing young gentleman. She gave An Ning a bewitching look and said admiringly, "Little cousin, you truly get me."
An Ning met Lin Xiaoxiao's gaze.
"You'd be a great actress."
"Hm?"
By the time Lin Xiaoxiao let out a questioning hum, the group had already stepped inside the house.
The low, humble house was a traditional three-bay structure. The entrance opened directly into a cramped kitchen. A single door on the left led into another room, where a long kang bed stretched against the south wall. A curtain hanging in the middle of the kang partitioned off a relatively private space.
On the kang sat a prematurely aged woman, struggling to stay upright as she looked toward the door.
"Fen'er… it's alright, it's alright."
Lin Cuishan rushed in ahead of the others, supporting the woman who was holding herself up with difficulty.
