Qin Yingjun looked at Qin Man, whose face was full of tender concern, and secretly swallowed, somewhat doubting if he was overthinking things.
Just like Qin Man said, Wen Mao was already dead, and she only had one nephew like Qin Yingjun, who she had to rely on to take care of her in the future.
How could she do anything to him?
Thinking of this, Qin Yingjun felt somewhat reassured, but still did not want to eat, so he said, "Auntie, I don't feel uncomfortable, I'm just not hungry right now, I can't eat a thing, I want to sleep for a while and eat later, is that okay?"
Qin Man frowned and scrutinized him, "Yingjun, are you still upset with your aunt for being harsh to you?"
Qin Yingjun was taken aback, and laughed dryly, "No, not at all."
