Wen Zhengguo reluctantly agreed, took the spoon handed over by Aunt Zhou, and started eating his meal.
Wen Changrong's face hadn't looked great ever since he came back here.
Seeing him sit at the dining table after washing his hands, Su Yingru asked, "Now that you don't need to participate in company affairs, wouldn't it be nice to play chess with the old folks in the park? Your face is tense every day, as if you've been bullied outside."
Wen Changrong rolled up his sleeves and picked up the chopsticks, still filled with anger.
He picked up a piece of green vegetable but suddenly lost his appetite.
He threw the greens into the bowl, slapped the chopsticks onto the table angrily and said, "I wonder what sins I committed in my past life, with the old being old and the young being young, not a single one makes me worry less."
Wen Suihan knew that Wen Changrong was about to take it out on him again.
