He pretended to be calm and scanned the photo.
Those were indeed Pudding's feet. Pudding's legs were fair and thin, and her skin looked tender.
Little Bean was slightly fatter than her sister, so her leg wasn't that slim.
He only glanced at it but did not say anything.
"Son, aren't you worried?" Jiang Xiaowei probed.
"Does my opinion matter? She won't care…"
After saying that, Wei Yunchu continued to sip his milk. Then, he lowered his head and ate his porridge.
His silence made Jiang Xiaowei's heart ache.
She knew that her son couldn't let go of her, or else he wouldn't have suddenly returned to attend Pudding's coming-of-age ceremony.
He was sad to see Pudding hurt, but he couldn't comfort her. The child must be very sad.
To comfort her son, Jiang Xiaowei said quietly:
"Son, I've asked someone to read your fortune… It's that Master Wu, remember?"
