An Ying turned her head, her seemingly calm face faintly revealing a hint of subtle emotion.
An Yin didn't notice her mother's mood; her attention was entirely on Mrs. An's words. So, what Mrs. An meant was agreeing to treat people to a meal!
"There's a pretty good grilled fish restaurant on the street where our bookstore is. Why don't we try it for lunch today?" An Yin suggested.
Before An Yin finished speaking, An Ying lowered her eyes and stared at her daughter, "Inviting someone to dinner is just an excuse, it's you who wants to eat, right!"
"No way!" An Yin lowered her head sheepishly, an innocent smile filled her romantic and innocent face.
An Ying stood up, "Let's go, it's almost lunchtime."
"Okay!" An Yi obediently supported Mrs. An.
The two of them went out and walked side by side on the narrow stairs, feeling a bit cramped, but for the slender An Family mother and daughter, it wasn't a concern.
