Zhou Silang ran so hard that when he finally stopped, not only were his hands and feet weak, but his whole body was slightly trembling.
He changed into a new set of clothes with difficulty and shakily made his way back to the main room.
Old Zhou had been wrongly blamed and was feeling quite unhappy. Upon seeing him, he asked, "What are you crying for?"
Zhou Silang's face was red, and he kept his head down without saying a word.
Old Zhou couldn't help but slam the table, "I'm talking to you, say it, did you get into trouble today?"
Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang were extremely anxious but couldn't come up with a decent excuse.
Zhou Silang hemmed and hawed for a long time before finally stiffening his neck and saying, "No, I'm just too heartbroken."
"What are you heartbroken about? You have food and clothes, and in a few days, you'll be entering a new room. What's there to be heartbroken about?"
Manbao hurriedly said, "Fourth Brother hasn't married a wife."
