"You bastard!"
"Who taught you to say such things!" Old master Wen's face was ashen, and he staggered as he looked at everything in the courtyard.
When she turned her head, she saw the pair of eyes that loathed him.
For some reason, every time old master Wen saw this pair of eyes, he would feel a little fearful.
The first time they met was at his wife's funeral.
At that time, zhuzhu had fainted from crying and kept asking for her mother.
She had cried and fainted in the mourning Hall. When she woke up again, she had become this calm and steady appearance. She looked at him with no adoration in her eyes and no tears in her eyes as she looked at the mourning Hall. She only knelt on the ground with a stiff back.
He didn't cry, laugh, or eat.
During those three days, she didn't say a word to him. She only looked at him silently on the day her first wife was buried.
"I'm very disappointed in you." That was the only thing she had said.
