Old Master Ma was looking at Fu Zhi with a grin plastered across his face when he realized something was wrong. He turned to look at his son and saw his son staring at Fu Zhi with a grim expression.
The ward was as silent as a grave. All of them looked at each other, and none of them spoke.
Lin Hui's eyes hopped between Fu Zhi and Ma Mingquan several times, yet he was unable to read the situation. Feeling worried, he went forward and asked, "Master, do you know him? And who's your grandmother? Why have I never heard you mention her before? Is she sick?"
Fu Zhi did not know what to say.
She reckoned that Madam Lu must be having a wonderful time playing mahjong with her group of ostensible friends at the moment, unlike her. She was trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea right now, and she had no idea what to do.
