Zhang Yuanmin's tears made Zhao Jun's heart ache. The man was a devoted son—not only did he care for his own father, but he also covered his mother-in-law's medical expenses. The clinic's doctor had even been hounding him for money while he was laid up on the kang.
A lack of money can bring a hero to his knees, and most people weren't heroes to begin with.
Just then, the sound of the door opening came from the outer room, immediately followed by Wang Meilan's voice. "Son, you're back?"
Zhang Yuanmin hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, acting as if nothing was wrong.
"Oh, Yuanmin, you're here?" Wang Meilan came in and saw that both Zhang Yuanmin and Li Baoyu were present, but since she considered Li Baoyu one of the family, she only greeted Zhang Yuanmin.
"Auntie."
"Perfect timing. I traded for some firm tofu and pressed tofu this morning. You and Baoyu should both stay for dinner."
