It must have been due to crying a lot in the past two days. Zhang Qiuyue's eyes were still swollen, looking like a pair of ripe apricots, and the rims of her eyes were red. But upon seeing Zhuang Qingning and her sister, she forced a smile, "Big Sister Ning, Sister Sui."
"Let me make some tea for you both."
"You don't need to fuss over us, I am here to see Uncle." Zhuang Qingning hurriedly stopped Zhang Qiuyue.
Considering the difficult days that were likely to follow, it was best to save the tea for those more in need.
"Which room is Uncle in?"
"He's in the east room, come with me." Zhang Qiuyue instructed Zhang Qiuying to tidy up the vegetables and think about what to cook. She then led Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui into the house.
The room was a bit dark. At this moment, Zhang Xiangrong was lying on the bed, struggling to get up when he heard some movement.