The Dowager Duchess of the Duke Country Residence, along with her household, were personally waiting at the gate, straining their necks to look out.
Shen Cong was secretly alarmed, were the Duke's residences always this enthusiastic?
They were even waiting eagerly. How embarrassing, he came in such a hurry today that he had come empty-handed. He wondered if there was time to send someone back to his residence to get a gift.
Just as his mind was spinning, the Dowager Duchess, with her small steps, approached quickly. Shen Cong put on a flawless smile, but the Dowager Duchess brushed past him and ran directly to his side, hugging Jiang Shu tightly.
She called out emotionally, tears streaming down her face.
"Xiaoshu, you're finally back, let grandmother take a good look at you!"
"You've lost weight!"
"Mother, bring the blanket quickly, and something to warm his hands! Look at your frozen hands, Su Luo, you really do not care for your husband, do you?"
