Wen Sheng couldn't help but think of the scene in the teahouse when Jiang Ruxin was brought up.
It was probably fate that, like the Jiang Family's lost daughter, there was also the character "Sheng" in her name.
The day Jiang Ruxin called her "Asheng" with eyes red from crying, Wen Sheng felt bitter and uneasy in her heart. He probably thought of his own daughter, who had disappeared without a word, and was moved to speak out.
"I'm also very grateful for your care. After this matter is over, I'll take you all out for a meal, and we'll invite Uncle Jiang and Brother Shifang too," Wen Sheng said with a smile.
Zhu Qingjia threw herself onto Wen Sheng's arm and laughed, "If you don't let me out soon, I'll start growing grass on my head. Sister Sheng, stay here with me today since you're off."
"Sure," Wen Sheng said with a laugh.
Chen Lanjuan personally cooked lunch, making a table full of authentic Jiazhou stir-fried dishes and kept adding food to Wen Sheng's plate.
