Zhang Qian, who was stir-frying dishes, paused when she heard his question.
Seeing her expression, Lin Zimo knew he had guessed correctly. Otherwise, both his aunt’s and Yangyang’s voices wouldn't be so hoarse, and when they had first arrived, Yangyang had clearly been squatting by the doorway crying.
"Help me talk some sense into your sister," his aunt said just as he was about to ask why they had been arguing.
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