Zhang Xiaoru still has injuries on her body, so she can't cry for too long.

Su Hongshan patted her back, feeling distressed and worried: "Okay, Xiaoru, don't cry, you still have injuries on your body, and it will be bad if your wounds continue to cry. Aunt Yue should be worried again when she sees it."

Mrs. Rong also chased after her and watched from the side silently wiped her tears. After hearing Su Hongshan say this, she also stepped forward to support Zhang Xiaoru's shoulder and comforted her softly:

"Yes, Xiaoru just cried for a while and vented her. The deceased is gone. Your health is important. Besides, you still have your mother to take care of."

Meng Wenyan looked at Zhang Xiaoru crying like that, and his eyes turned red: "Xiaoru, aunt will be here tomorrow, she needs you."

Lord Zhang is gone, and the life of the living must continue.

When Zhang Xiaoru finally stopped, she had already been helped to sit in the house by everyone.

She leaned on the chair weakly, held Su Hongshan's hand, and said choked:

"Actually... I have already had a guess in my mind these days. That day, Meng Wenyan was away all day long. When he came back, his eyes were dodging. The people from the Meng family no longer mentioned my father in front of me. I knew at that time...my father...wuwuwu...Sister Hongshan, I have no father anymore..."

The last cry made the person cry even more.

Even Su Hongshan couldn't help but blushed, wondering how to comfort this friend who had just lost his relatives.

She opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't speak. She just let Zhang Xiaoru grab her hand and accompany her silently.

The room was silent for a moment, only Zhang Xiaoru's choked and suppressed crying.

"I don't cry, I can't cry. You are right. I still have my mother to take care of you." Zhang Xiaoru reached out to wipe her tears, but the tears couldn't be wiped dry.

If you dare to wipe it off, the tears in your eyes will overflow again.

"Think about it carefully. He may not be able to stand it if he wants to tell Aunt Yue about this." Su Hongshan said.

Zhang Xiaoru didn't know if she had heard it, so she kept nodding.

The atmosphere in the room was too dull. Su Hongshan was not a very comforting person at first, and all she could do was to accompany her silently.

Mrs. Rong went out. When she came in a while, she followed her maid and brought a basin of water.

"Xiaoru, wash your face first."

"Yes." Zhang Xiaoru stood up with sobs and walked over to wash her face. But just one step, she fell down as soon as she softened.

Meng Wenyan hurriedly supported her, but did not let her fall to the ground.

Su Hongshan also hurriedly stepped forward to take her pulse.

"What's wrong with her?" Meng Wenyan asked anxiously.

"It's okay, it's just that my mood is too ups and downs, and I'm injured, so it's okay. I'll go back and take a good rest."

After hearing what Su Hongshan said, Meng Wenyan felt relieved.

He directly picked up Zhang Xiaoru and said to Mrs. Rong and Su Hongshan: "Mrs. Rong, Mrs. Han, I will take her back first. Don't worry, I will comfort her. I will send her to the mansion when my aunt comes tomorrow."

Su Hongshan and Mrs. Rong watched Meng Wenyan and left with their eyes red and silently touched their tears.

Mrs. Rong said to Su Hongshan: "You have a lot of work, go and do it quickly. You don't have to worry about Mrs. Zhang. I'll make arrangements tomorrow."

Su Hongshan nodded and left with a heavy mood.

Mrs. Rong watched Su Hongshan leave, her feet became weak, and her strength seemed to be drained at once.
Chapter completed!