No matter if it was because of Qiao Jingchen or not, she was very happy.
"Aunt Fu, let's not talk about that. Let me tell you about my brother's things."
Aunt Fu's eyes immediately turned red. "Weilan, thank you."
"You're being too polite."
"Tell me, good child. I really want to hear, everything you remember, everything. Tell it all to me, okay?"
"Okay," Weilan said. "You eat first, after eating, we'll talk properly."
"Mm!" Aunt Fu quickly ate. She wanted to know, her son, the only flesh that fell from her body in this lifetime, he was her life.
All these years, she had been living like a walking corpse, having lost her heart. Finally, she waited for the news that her son was still alive. Even if she were to die tomorrow, she would have no regrets.
Lu Hechen stayed upstairs for more than half an hour, but Weilan didn't come up, so he came out to check.
He stood by the railing on the second floor and looked downstairs.
