Distorted mentality, forever incomprehensible to others, An Nan didn't want to understand, as they were irrelevant people to begin with.
Just as the atmosphere turned eerie again, Liang Guang brought An Nan her favorite sour yogurt: "Miss, my wife knew you were coming back today, so she specially made it early. See if it's still your favorite flavor."
Seeing the sour yogurt, An Nan's eyes lit up. Back at the An Family, her favorite was Aunt Fu's cooking, especially this sour yogurt. Without hesitation, An Nan scooped a big spoonful into her mouth, then gently closed her eyes, her face full of enjoyment: "Wow, delicious. Uncle Liang, thank Aunt Fu for me. No, wait, I'll thank Aunt Fu myself."
"Alright, as long as you like it, I'll check if your favorite snacks are ready in the kitchen."
"Yes, yes, go ahead!"
Seeing how well Liang Guang treated An Nan, even preparing sour yogurt that she also liked, she quickly retorted disrespectfully: "Old thing, truly two-faced."
