At such a dangerous moment, Ah Mi rarely cracked a joke, but it caused a flash of brilliance to pass through An Yiqing's mind.
"What did you just say? What little lamp is rusted?"
"It's the small lamp by Grandma's bedside. When I was little, I sneaked into this room to play and thought the lamp was interesting, so I tried to take it down. But no matter how hard I pulled, it wouldn't budge. Then, Grandma suddenly came in and hit me with a feather duster. Later, she told me that the lamp was rusted and stuck to the bedside and couldn't be taken off. I lost interest after that. What's wrong, Xiao Yu? Is there something odd about it?"
An Yiqing's mouth twitched slightly—rusted? Stuck to the bedside and couldn't be taken off? Such a clumsy lie could only fool the simple-minded Ah Mi.
"Ah Mi, help me over to the lamp."