Aunt Fu said, "Young Master, I won't disturb you during your meal, I've still got chores to do. You go ahead and eat, and I'll come to clear the dishes later."
Lu Hechen's expression stiffened, feeling as if Aunt Fu now had a chip on her shoulder, no longer the same as before.
He didn't know whether this was a good or a bad thing, and his heart was filled with quiet sighs.
Seeing the look on Lu Hechen's face, Weilan knew it was because of Aunt Fu, and she spoke up, "Aunt Fu, please join us for the meal."
"Really, it's alright, Madam," Aunt Fu replied as she quickly headed toward the kitchen.
Seeing this, Weilan didn't insist on keeping Aunt Fu any longer.
But Lu Hechen ate very little for that meal.
Weilan didn't have much of an appetite either.
Halfway through the meal, they received a phone call from the prison: "Mr. Shen, Qiao Jingchen has been injured. We suspect that indeed someone has threatened Qiao Jingchen."
