"Auntie is very concerned about you,"
Su Zhiruan couldn't help but feel moved.
She lowered her head, her chopsticks casually picking up the dish closest to her.
Perhaps it was her actions and tone that led Xie Yanshang to mistakenly think that Su Zhiruan was reminded of her own family.
Thus, Xie Yanshang paused his reaching hand.
In the past, he hadn't known much about the Su Family, but ever since Madam Xie and a group of high-society ladies discussed and lamented the various abuses and bullying Su Zhiruan endured at home, he had become slightly curious and had done some investigating.
He hadn't realized until he looked into it that Su Zhiruan had faced so many calamities at home.
This was no pampered daughter of a wealthy family, she was even worse off than the poorest household's daughter during their roughest days.
Seeing her profoundly moved by the goodness of her mother, Xie Yanshang felt that he should offer some comfort, especially since she was still a child.
