Aunt Ming quickly took her husband's hand away, "What are you doing hitting Feifan? Don't you know Feifan is not well? Go make his favorite food now! Hurry up! If it's not delicious, you'll answer to me!"
Uncle Qin, being famously afraid of his wife, was no different than he was three years before. He quickly scurried off to cook.
Aunt Ming found a spot to sit down and examined Ren Feifan carefully. She found that Ren Feifan was much stronger than he was three years ago. Back then, he was scrawny, probably vulnerable to strong wind, but now he was unrecognizable.
He was muscular and his exposed arms had some definition. From time to time his eyes shone with a sharp glint, and he had become more confident.
His presence had completely transformed.
"Feifan, talk to me, why did you leave without a word for three years? You know I was worried about you," she said.
The more she looked at Ren Feifan, the brighter her eyes became.
