Zhang Yingdi glanced at Meng Xiaoya, nodded, and said, "I know. He was unwell before, couldn't even get out of the wheelchair without someone visiting him; otherwise, he wouldn't meet anyone. I've been caring for him for so many years and never saw you, so I know you haven't been in contact for a long time."
Su Yaoguang mentally gave Zhang Yingdi a thumbs-up.
It turned out her aunt wasn't a pushover either; she knew very well how to deal with women who appear innocent but have ulterior motives. Look, with these words, if she had any self-respect, she'd know not to come and cause trouble.
Meng Xiaoya's eyes reddened, and she said aggrievedly, "I know Brother Huanzhi has had a hard time these years, but as a woman, many things are out of my control. Boohoo..."
Wang Huanzhi came out with Jiang Jing and saw Meng Xiaoya crying like a tearful, delicate flower. Zhang Yingdi's face didn't look good, so he asked, "What's going on?"
