"Lanlan, the only recent movie is 'Hell's Eighteenth Layer,' and there are plenty of seats left. Let's hurry and buy tickets," Huo Zhanting said, pulling An Lan by the hand, ready to purchase the tickets.
Upon hearing this, An Lan immediately snapped out of her focus on the young couple and quickly gripped Huo Zhanting's hand, shaking her head.
"Let's, let's not. The movie is two and a half hours long, and I'm getting a bit hungry. Let's just go eat something instead, and then we can head home. Wangzi is waiting for us at home. As parents, we shouldn't be out here having such a good time. My conscience is feeling guilty."
"Your conscience is feeling guilty?" Huo Zhanting's lips curled slightly, his tone hinting at other emotions. An Lan didn't dare to look into Huo Zhanting's eyes. She wasn't afraid of heaven or hell, but she was a little afraid of horror movies.
