Zhou Ang returned home to find that Uncle Fu was still there. He smiled, with a hint of fatigue in his smile, "Uncle Fu, go home and rest. You've worked hard."
Uncle Fu gently shook his head, "It's not hard work. It's so late; where did you go, young master?"
Could it be that he really went to Wen Zaao's house? Lately, I don't know what's up with Wen Zaao. She hasn't come to play with the young master. She used to run over every few days.
Uncle Fu was a bit puzzled. He curiously asked, "Young master, why hasn't Lady Wen come over lately?"
Zhou Ang's face grew more somber. He pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Uncle Fu noticed that his mood seemed a bit off. He furrowed his brows slightly. Did he just ask something he shouldn't have?
He guessed in his heart that maybe Zhou Ang and Wen Zaao were having a little tiff. It's normal for young people to have small quarrels, which would be fine in a few days.
