Xu Wencong suddenly shuddered, withdrawing his hand and stepping back a few paces.
Zhang Xiaoying's expression was somewhere between a smile and not, but it imposed a tremendous pressure on Xu Wencong; he didn't even dare to look at her.
Zhang Xiaoying didn't speak to him; she turned around to invite Aqian and the others to sit down and eat.
For a moment, Xu Wencong couldn't quite identify the taste in his heart.
He didn't want to be controlled by Zhang Xiaoying, yet when she paid him no attention, it felt as though something was missing…
Xu Wencong was still young, temporarily unable to articulate it precisely, but he understood that he was no longer Zhang Xiaoying's beloved treasured child.
Feeling aggrieved and resentful, Xu Wencong occasionally stole glances at Zhang Xiaoying at the dining table, secretly hoping she would pick out his favorite dishes for him.
But Zhang Xiaoying ignored him from beginning to end, making even the food lose its appeal.
