Zeng Zhenqing nodded. "You can't read minds. Just check if there's no major problem, that's all."
There were still quite a few dishes for dinner, and all ten people were quite satisfied.
After dinner, the family went back, and the next noon, they went to the restaurant to wait for Feng Shanshan.
This young woman was still a bit afraid of Tan Shaoting, but she knew with Su Yuanyuan there, things should be fine.
"Congratulations on being admitted to the university here."
"Thank you. I almost didn't get to come; it was a recommended spot. My spot was almost someone else's, luckily I asked ahead."
"Haha, this means you are fated to be here, so you should come."
"Yeah, Yuanyuan. The village chief has passed away." Feng Shanshan said, a bit melancholic.
Su Yuanyuan felt uncomfortable hearing this news.
This is truly a reminder of the unpredictability of life; when seen in the summer, he seemed healthy, but now he's just gone.
