After escorting Sister Zhu out, Su Li appeared perplexed, considering if it was time to replace the cook's assistant.
Sister Zhu had just left, and the clattering of footsteps resounded again.
Kuai Yangyang: "Aunt Su."
Su Li didn't even open her eyes and responded indifferently, "Mmm."
Kuai Yangyang awkwardly paced at the second-floor stairway, suddenly gritting his teeth and dropped to his knees in front of Su Li.
"Aunt, all the faults lie with me, now you're the only family we have left." While speaking, Kuai Yangyang began to sob, wiping tears away with his little hands, "We don't know if mom and dad are alive or dead, and we can't get in touch with home... "
Su Li swayed the chair a few times, resting her chin on the armrest, tilting her head and smiling: "Look at this little pitiful thing, crying like a little flower cat."
Kuai Yangyang imagined various responses Aunt might have—anger, fury, frustration, compassion, sympathy... but not this kind.
