Mrs. Zhuang felt for a moment that she was hallucinating.
Even Ruan Xinyu covered her mouth, looking at Zhuang Shaoyang in disbelief, Ah Ning she...
After a long while, Mrs. Zhuang came to her senses and asked with a trembling voice, "What did you just say?"
Zhuang Shaoyang closed his eyes and said again, "Ah Ning passed away a few years ago."
"That's impossible!" Mrs. Zhuang exclaimed in denial.
Zhuang Shaoyang gave a bitter smile, "I also thought it was impossible at first, Nuannuan hates me to death now and won't come back."
He turned somewhat dejectedly and walked towards the stairs, his back lonely and desolate.
At this moment, Mrs. Zhuang couldn't care about her son anymore, grief welled up from her heart, tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, "Ah Ning, my poor Ah Ning..."
"Mom, don't be sad, maybe Uncle didn't find out the truth, maybe what he said isn't true." Ruan Xinyu comforted.
