Zhang Wang watched helplessly as the events seemed to happen in slow, drawn out steps.
First, Xuxu was with his head down and his shoulders trembling. When Zhang Wang tried to touch him, he slapped the elder's hand away.
Next, Xuxu shot up from his seat. Only then did Zhang Wang realize that tears had spilled. Zhang Wang stared stupidly, like a clueless owl. He opened his mouth but no words came out.
And finally, Xuxu bolted upstairs, where the bedrooms were located. Zhang Wang could hear the door slamming upstairs. Guo Lang and Juhua had completely quieted and were pointedly staring at him. "What?" he said, only to cringe at his own words, feeling his muscles twist and tense.
He couldn't help but feel responsible. And it was likely that he was in ways that he couldn't really understand.
Guo Lang rudely pointed at him with his chopsticks, "Aint you going to do something about it?" Juhua nodded to his words.
