Song Chongjin was finally satisfied and nodded. He glanced around Wang Yongzhu's room and saw a wooden comb placed by the pillow on the kang bed.
He couldn't help but walk in and pick up the wooden comb.
There were still a few strands of long hair on the comb, swinging leisurely, stirring a movement in Song Chongjin's gaze.
Noises came from outside, and Song Chongjin's hand twitched. He quickly put the comb back in its place and hurried out.
It turned out to be Wang Laozhu; he too had noticed that something was off with his two sons and his eldest daughter-in-law, and when his wife rushed home after hearing something from Lady Lin, he became worried that something had happened at home. He called Eldest Brother over and questioned him, and immediately stamped his foot in frustration.
Disappointed that they didn't meet his expectations and worried about his wife's temper, hearing that the commotion was in his eldest daughter's room, it could have turned everything upside down.
