The dining room was very quiet, with only the voices of Mrs. Johnson and Tasha Moore — no others.
Listening to the two of them, Amanda Smith felt her stomach clench; she'd had a few bites and felt full. Just as she was about to put down her chopsticks, she heard hurried footsteps outside. Jane rushed in, her face panicked, and said to Mrs. Johnson, "Madam, it's not good. Master Johnson is coming!"
At these words, Mrs. Johnson's face changed instantly.
Samuel Johnson, who had been relaxed up until now, also tensed slightly.
"You!" Mrs. Johnson regained her composure, glaring furiously at Amanda, "Is it you again?!"
Amanda put down her chopsticks and cracked a faint smile, "Mom, don't lash out at me. Isn't the important thing now to hide Tasha?"
Chopsticks in hand, Tasha looked around curiously. What's going on? Why is it bad that Mr. Johnson is coming? She was confident that all the elders would like her.