Just as An Ning finished speaking, two voices rang out.
"Absolutely not."
"Yes!"
Lin Cuihua glared at the enthusiastic An Guoming, then snatched the small broom from the kang and swung it at him.
"You little brat! Getting too big for your britches, trying to pass yourself off as some big shot!"
"You can barely manage your own little patch of land here, and you're already thinking about the county! If you want to go, go by yourself."
An Ning watched, dumbfounded, as Lin Cuihua stood up to smack An Guoming, who deftly hopped away.
Her mother had thrown in a phrase she didn't quite understand—something about three different animals, it seemed. Nevertheless, she stepped forward.
"Mom, I'm the one who wants to go. Why are you hitting Second Brother?"
"Exactly,"
An Guoming mumbled under his breath, but one glare from Lin Cuihua was enough to make him fall silent.
