Zhao Shuning changed the topic of her conversation.
"Therefore, the pain that you felt at that time was not too real."
Xie Jing had even forgotten to cry.
"Aunt, I was wrong —"
Zhao Shuning sat on a chair with the ruler in her hand.
"Then tell me, where were you wrong? That's right, I don't agree with what you said to me just now. "
"Then what was my - fault?"
As soon as Xie Jing spoke, he saw Zhao Shuning waving the ruler in her hand up and down.
He said, "Me? I shouldn't like Chuchu? Although Chuchu's body was clean, she had come to a remote place after all. This kind of family was not innocent, would they stain her Zhao Family and Zhao Family? Aunt, was I wrong? "
"Hmm?"
That's good.
He finally answered correctly.
However, when Xie Jing heard his aunt's approval of him, a trace of sadness rose in his heart.