Zhan Tingzhi furrowed his brows even deeper upon hearing this.
His gaze toward Tang Huai became more profound and complex.
Tang Huai also noticed his unusual look and turned to meet his eyes.
Her heart was with Yang Hongxing's family.
Seeing her, Tang Huai let out a sigh, "Mother, you're being very weak."
"Weak or not, it doesn't matter. After all, Tang Ying's father is your father's own brother, Yang—"
With full skepticism, Tang Huai wondered, why was Zhan Tingzhi looking at her with such a strange expression?
"Tang Huai, should we go take a look?" Liu Xiaoyu came over, took Tang Huai's hand, and spoke with concern.
"But grandfather is about to finish cooking."
"The body of the village idiot has been carried to Hongxing's home. I'm afraid that after seeing it, I won't be able to eat. Let's eat first," Liao Xiaoxiao said.
"It's the only option we have," agreed Liu Xiaoyu with a frown, her face full of worry.
What on earth had happened to Yang Hongxing's family?