Su Li personally instructed the delivery of the ginseng soup...
Feng Huaijin was just about to drag that little girl out for a proper scolding when Su Li’s startled cry ca from the direction of the second-floor bedroom.
Feng Huaijin frowned, dropped the bowl in his hand, and quickly ran upstairs. Pushing open the door to the children’s room, he saw Su Li standing in the middle of the room.
"What’s wrong?"
Su Li’s expression turned sowhat unpleasant, and she gently bit her lip and said, "I don’t know. Just now, I was picking clothes for Tuanzi, and when I turned around, he was gone. He might have gone back. What’s up with that secret technique?"
Su Li looked down at her hands, vaguely feeling sothing different. It seed like the ti for using that secret technique had shortened, and her eyes had been having issues lately, making her quite uneasy.
Feng Huaijin gently patted her shoulder, softly comforting her, "Let’s just let him stay there for half a day or a day, and then bring him back."
Su Li nodded, as that was the only way: "Let’s go downstairs and have breakfast then."
Su Li had barely taken a step when a hand instantly held her back, and in a calm tone, questioned, "By the way, what’s with the ginseng soup you sent ?"
Previously, when a son appeared out of nowhere, so suspected either he was ntally distorted or incapable in certain areas, and thus had to produce an heir this way.
Now, with Su Li sending the soup, it almost certified this "fact," and he feared he would never escape the rumors.
Su Li was baffled: "I saw you were very tired; working during the day and then working overti at night. Drinking ginseng soup helps nourish the body. It’s good quality ginseng, sent specifically by my second senior brother."
Feng Huaijin remained expressionless: "Thank you, really."
Su Li nonchalantly patted his shoulder, saying generously, "It’s all right, we’re family."
Feng Huaijin: Ha...
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Tuanzi inexplicably found himself back at Uncle King’s ho, with no sound of his mother muttering to herself about picking clothes, and no gossiping downstairs about his father drinking ginseng soup. The place was so quiet that even the sound of the wind could be heard clearly.
Tuanzi scratched his head, lanting that his mother hadn’t spent money well enough, so he ca back, and then he walked towards the stairs.
Since I’m back, I should go see how Uncle King is doing.
Uncle King’s ho was too quiet, making one feel lonely. Even uncles knew to go on blind dates to find a woman; he thought Uncle King truly needed a girlfriend.
Coming downstairs, he found the pale man lying on the sofa had turned on the giant LCD TV, which was broadcasting the news.
Tuanzi ran over eagerly, exclaiming, "Uncle King, Tuanzi missed you. How have you been lately?"
King glanced down, seemingly surprised that Tuanzi had suddenly returned.
"Pretty good."
Tuanzi looked up at King sowhat doubtfully, as King appeared even paler than usual. His already thin face seed tightly clinging to his bones, so emaciated that it frightened Tuanzi.
It was almost as if he was visibly wasting away.
Tuanzi looked around; the living room was littered with torn paper, clearly things King had dug out and ripped apart himself.
Tuanzi fearfully called out softly, "King... Uncle?"
King smiled gently, raised his hand to pat Tuanzi’s head, and suppressing a cough, asked, "Was it fun over there? Did your mom and dad treat you well?"
At this, Tuanzi’s round eyes instantly brightened, and he nodded his little head repeatedly, "Good! They treat super well! Tuanzi is super happy now!"
"Then do you want to always go there and always be with them?"
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