"Seeing you chatting with Miss Zhuang, I decided to wait before calling you. But my stomach became unbearable again, so I had to visit the latrine," Feng Yongkang said, clutching his stomach and rushing off.
So, it really was a stomach discomfort, not some deliberate disregard for Zhuang Qingning.
Zhang Yongchang relaxed his brow and ordered Lian Rong, "Bring him a bowl of sugar-salt water. If this stomach disturbance continues, he won't last long. Drinking sugar-salt water should make him feel better."
"Later, make a scallion pancake with sourdough, not a hard one, as it's not easy to digest. I'll make tofu soup and see if he can keep it down."
"All right," Lian Rong replied, hurrying off to complete the tasks.
Feng Yongkang almost ran to the front hall, slowing down and looking increasingly gloomy.