Zhuang Yanyan, who returned a day early, originally wanted to call the West Suburb Hotel but when she thought of her grandson being there with Jinglei, she suppressed the idea. She didn't want to disturb them and hoped that this trip would bring new progress.
Zhuang Yanyan ran over, just about to embrace Feng Jinglei, but as she got closer she saw the glaring scar on her face, causing her actions and expression to freeze for a moment! The joy on her face was replaced by surprise and concern.
"Jinglei, your face... what happened to your face?"
Looking at the noticeable scar on her face, Zhuang Yanyan's heart broke with pain.
Facing her concern, Feng Jinglei just instinctively raised her hand, touched the scar, and then smiled slightly, saying, "It's okay, it'll be better in a couple of days."
Despite her words, Zhuang Yanyan's worry couldn't be immediately dispelled, her concerned gaze still scrutinizing her, seemingly looking for other injuries.
