An'an stepped back in fright, but Hai Lan grabbed her, "Trying to run?"
"I'm not."
"You are! I suspect you're a little thief. Xiao Luo, grab her quickly."
"You're the thief. I came in following someone else's car."
An'an shoved her away, but Hai Lan clung on tight. In the struggle, the clay pot in their hands fell to the ground, spilling the soup everywhere.
This left the young comrade dumbfounded, "What are you carrying?"
An'an was furious, just like her mom had said, city people are so annoying, always thinking they're better. "Are you blind? Can't you see for yourself?"
The young comrade was speechless. He obviously knew, and can obviously see for himself. His concern was whether it was poisonous or if it contained secret messages.
"Are you a spy? Speak!"
