"Xiao Jiang, Lan Lan was joking with us, saying you had gone back."
Upon hearing the sound of a car, Lan's mother eagerly rushed to the doorway.
Jiang Chen stepped out of the car with an awkward smile.
"Have you eaten? If not, I'll go..."
"Auntie, there's no need, I already ate at the theater," Jiang Chen hurriedly said.
"As long as you've eaten. Come inside."
Lan's mother called out, without bothering about her daughter behind her.
"You're back, Xiao Jiang. Come, have a seat."
Lan's father gestured smartly, avoiding bringing up Jiang Chen's disappearance that afternoon.
"Xiao Jiang, Old Ma told me that you have quite the talent for acting."
This, at first hearing, sounded almost like an insult.
But Jiang Chen wouldn't misunderstand and also knew that this Old Ma was probably referring to the director of the village theater, who was also the vice director of the village committee.
