When he arrived at the door, he saw Aunt Fu holding a towel in both hands, covering her aged face.
In that instant, Qiao Jingchen once again felt a pang of pain all over his body, for no apparent reason.
He thought of his own parents, of his parents whose hearts had been broken because of him.
He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sorrow.
Aunt Fu covered her face with the wet towel for a long time before she got a little better. She removed the towel covering her face only to see Qiao Jingchen standing at the door looking at her.
Aunt Fu was startled and felt somewhat embarrassed as she asked, "Mr. Qiao, what would you like?"
"No need, Aunt Fu. I just came to see you," Qiao Jingchen smiled at her. "Just call me Jingchen. You're my elder, and I'm the younger one. You don't need to call me Mr. Qiao all the time."