In the morning at breakfast, the dining room was clouded with gloom. An Lan glanced over, and with a light sigh, she saw Zhang Ya and An Xuan sitting up straight and eating expressionlessly. She thought about what Huo Zhanting had said the day before and decided to act as if she hadn't noticed.
"Aunt Yaya, are you feeling upset?"
Feng Mumu held a ceramic spoon in one hand and hugged her custard cup tea bowl with the other, blinking her watery big eyes, she asked with a milky voice. Because of Feng Mumu's question, everyone around stopped eating all at once.
Aunt Li was about to say children say the darndest things when she saw Zhang Ya force a smile, "Mumu, Auntie feels fine, thank you for worrying about me."
But unexpectedly, Feng Mumu put down her spoon and looked at Zhang Ya like a little grown-up, "Aunt Yaya, my deskmate Little Fatty says, when adults are unhappy, they like to pretend to be happy. That's called, that's called… forcing a smile, Brother, am I right?"
