The old man shook his head. 'This boy is smart and sensible, but he's still just a twelve-year-old. It's normal for him to be sullen.' He prompted, "Besides the meat, think again."
Adrian Hawthorne looked at the newspapers in his hands, not quite convinced. "These are just Tang Xiao Nan's castoffs. What would she know about the importance of newspapers?"
"Ah, you're too prejudiced against that girl. Child, don't let your prejudice blind you."
The old man felt it was unfair to Tang Xiao Nan. Adrian Hawthorne was being thoroughly ungrateful.
"Think about it. Yesterday, as soon as we mentioned wanting to read newspapers, the girl brought over about ten of them today. And look at the dates—they're all from the past month. Do you think it would be such a coincidence if she had just grabbed them randomly?" the old man reminded him.
