An Ning was oblivious to the man's silent complaints. As she carried her second basket of stones down the mountain, the villagers she passed gawked, their eyes wide with disbelief.
An Sancheng also watched An Ning. He knew her strength had grown—he had seen and felt it for himself—but he was still in a bit of a daze.
"An Ning, once you've done enough, you should go home."
An Sancheng couldn't help but add. An Ning, who was carrying the bamboo basket, stopped in her tracks. She turned her head and said knowingly, "Dad, I'll be over to help you in a minute."
With that, An Ning walked away, even quickening her pace. An Sancheng reached out a hand, muttering, "That's not what I meant."
'He was just trying to show he cared for his daughter, alright?'
"Dad, how can you make my little sister help you?"
An Guoqing, who was standing to the side, took her at her word and shot An Sancheng a disapproving look.
"If you can't handle the work, come get me."
