Cold Treatment

When Ah Zhuang returned to the boiler room, Su Shen had already left. He dutifully handed over the clothes he had been instructed to find to Aunt Yang. However, due to his irritation, he didn't offer her a friendly face. Tossing the clothes aside, he grumbled impatiently, "Next time, dress warmer. Don't catch a cold and cause us trouble, understand?"

Aunt Yang was startled by his loud voice. Looking up, she met his cold gaze, causing her face to flush with embarrassment. She murmured apologetically, "I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll be more careful. I won't cause any more problems for you. Thank you."

Ah Zhuang, his face still cold, didn't respond. He turned on his heel and left. Aunt Yang stood awkwardly in place for a while before finally picking up the clothes and putting them on. The garment was thick and provided much-needed warmth.