This conversation between the old and the young was so awkward that it felt like you could dig out three rooms with your toes. Zhuang Zhiyuan, who wasn't as skilled, already felt extremely uncomfortable.
As for Aunt Wang, she had turned around and gone back inside, pretending she had never come out.
Zhuang Zhiyuan: "Well, that... "
The old and young men turned to look at Zhuang Zhiyuan. Zhuang Zhiyuan took a deep breath and said, "My son is sick, I have to go to the hospital, so I won't be able to keep you company. Old Man, tomorrow when you move in, let's drink together."
The old man nodded with dignity: "Alright."
Zhuang Zhiyuan sighed in relief in his heart and quickly picked up his pace, leaving in a hurry.
