Ruan Jianguo's expression was somber, and he did not respond.
Seeing him like this, the Ruanlin Family's matriarch knew he was obsessing over something trivial and said irritably, "A grown man fussing over such small matters all day long, truly lacks ambition. If you don't trust your wife, go and find her. Could the family not manage without her? If you trust her, just get the house in order and wait for her return!"
A matter so simple, yet he insisted on complicating it.
Hearing this, Ruan Jianguo could only offer a wry smile.
As it has always been, things are easier said than done in this world.
Before bed that night, Ruan Jiaojiao and the Ruanlin Family's matriarch, with a hand on Jiaojiao's small head, asked her,
"Mom hasn't come back yet, is Jiaojiao anxious?"
Ruan Jiaojiao shook her head.
