As she spoke, she threw herself forward and hugged Huang Ling tightly.
Hearing her youngest son voice everything in her heart, then seeing how understanding her daughter was, Huang Ling felt a pang, and the tears she could no longer hold back suddenly spilled down her cheeks.
Once Huang Ling started crying, Zhuang Xiaoting could not hold back either and began sobbing along with her.
Zhuang Tunan's eyes reddened, his heart full of regret. He understood what Zhou Cheng had said.
The concern about disturbing their rest and affecting their studies had actually referred to him.
After all, Zhou Cheng's grades defied reason. He never seriously studied, either, so he had nothing to fear from any disruption. The one who would really suffer was him.
Without Zhou Cheng spelling it out, Zhuang Tunan would never have realized at his age how much Huang Ling had considered on his behalf.
Remembering the tone in which he had questioned his mother just now, Zhuang Tunan wished he could slap himself.
"Mom, I was wrong." Red-eyed, Zhuang Tunan also rushed over and hugged Huang Ling. With one arm around each child, Huang Ling said, comforted, "I know you're a filial son, Tu Nan. This isn't your fault. You're just young and haven't thought that deeply."
Hearing his mother call him "young" again, Zhuang Tunan immediately stopped crying.
He was young and had not thought deeply enough, but Zhou Cheng was younger still, yet had sorted everything out clearly.
The gulf between the depth of their thinking was so vast that Huang Ling did not even unconsciously regard Zhou Cheng as a child.
Realizing this left Zhuang Tunan with a bitter feeling.
"Mom, Dad went to Grandma's house... when will he come back?"
Still buried in Huang Ling's arms, the little girl asked in