An Guoming was getting impatient, while Yin Xuemei was hungry for gossip.
An Ning said frankly, "It's just that I know he likes me, and he knows I like him. But he said he wants to give me a proper courtship, so he's pursuing me right now."
As An Ning spoke, the smile on her face grew wider, unable to hide her smug delight and the aura of someone in love.
"Honey, don't you smell something sour?"
"Huh? No."
Yin Xuemei's simple "no" left An Guoming standing there, looking wronged. The big man started talking in a whiny, whimpering tone.
"I knew it! I knew it! You love her more than me! I—oooooh—"
Yin Xuemei looked at An Guoming clutching his chest in mock agony and shoved him aside in disgust.
"Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner. We're both hungry."
The moment he heard that, An Guoming dropped the act and scurried off to wash his hands.
