Wang Yunzhong didn't stop what he was doing. He turned to look at the old lady and said, "He's not coming."
"What do you mean?" The old lady's expression turned cold. She elbowed Wang Yunzhong and frowned. "Didn't I ask you to call him? Why can't you call him back?"
"It's New Year's Day today. If he doesn't come back, where will he go?"
Wang Yunzhong couldn't help but sigh. "If he's not coming back, he must be staying at Chunfen's for the holidays. Where else can he go? I called him, but he said he didn't want to come back."
Only then did the old lady understand Wang Yunzhong's words. Her grandson must have lived at Jiang Chunfen's place for a long time and became distant from them.
Otherwise, why would he not come back for such an important festival?
"Look, I told you not to let Zichen move over back then, but you didn't listen. Now, he's not even coming home!" The old lady felt uncomfortable and muttered.
