An Ying stared blankly, unmoved by Doctor Huang's words.
An Yin noticed her mother's dazed state and reached out to pat An Ying's arm, "Mom, Doctor Huang is talking to you!"
Interrupted from her deep thoughts, An Ying looked at Doctor Huang with some panic, "Sorry, what did you say just now?"
"It's nothing really, just noticed that you seem quite interested in entertainment news," Doctor Huang looked at her oval face, her features like a painting, feeling his heart race. As a doctor, he knew what this meant!
"I look at it occasionally," An Ying answered absent-mindedly.
Just at that moment, the waiter brought the hotpot, and everyone missed the trace of worry lingering in An Ying's eyes.
"I've placed the side dishes for the hotpot on this rack here. When you're ready to cook them, just help yourselves!" The waiter said hurriedly before leaving.
An Yin eagerly picked up her chopsticks.
