Seeing Ling Ruonan crying aggrievedly there, while Wuyue kept his head down in a dejected manner, Luo Ziling finally couldn't bear it.
He wiped his hands clean on his apron, then pulled a tissue from his pocket to wipe the tears off Ling Ruonan's face.
"Mom, why don't we talk again after dinner," Luo Ziling said softly, "Wuyue and I will tell you everything, and then you can decide what to do. If there's anything you think needs remedying, you can decide."
"Alright," Ling Ruonan took the tissue, wiped her tears herself, and then instructed Wuyue, "You go out first, report anything to me at any time."
"Yes," Wuyue nodded and walked out.
Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan continued to busy themselves in the kitchen, but neither of them said anything more. Apart from the sound of the range hood whirring, only the sounds of chopping and frying vegetables could be heard, making the atmosphere dreary and oppressive for Ling Ruonan and uncomfortable for Luo Ziling.
