Zhuang Wencheng returned home, feeling somewhat dazed.
"Wencheng is home, come and eat quickly." Seeing her youngest son had run a great distance to deliver the package, Mrs. Wang, with a pang of pity, quickly pulled him over to join them for the family dinner.
As she approached, she suddenly noticed his poor complexion and his hands were slightly cold.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Wang immediately became anxious, reaching out to touch Zhuang Wencheng's forehead, "You're not feverish."
"What on earth happened? All you did was go out to deliver the sugar cookies, and you come back like this?"
"Did your third aunt say something unpleasant? No, it can't be. She treats you better than your two other uncles, so she wouldn't have disparaged you."
"If it wasn't your third aunt…"
After considering for a while, Mrs. Wang furrowed her brow and asked," Did Zhuang Qingning say something to you?"
For instance, comments suggesting that you are not worthy of her?
Of course, that must be it.
