"Master," Su Wanwan's voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm okay."
"Are you really okay? Have you been crying? Child, you're still not telling the truth to your master!"
Su Wanwan didn't say anything.
But it was pretty obvious.
Tang Yiwen softened his tone, "Alright, alright, don't overthink it. No matter what happens, remember, never hurt yourself. And this isn't your fault at all; it's the fault of your irresponsible mother and your ill-intentioned husband! Don't worry, I will definitely teach them a lesson! I came back this time to support you! So don't be afraid, even if the sky falls, your master will uphold it for you!"
"Thank you, Master."
Hearing Su Wanwan's choked voice, Tang Yiwen was almost heartbroken, "My disciple, Xiaohan has made a lot of dishes you love. It's getting dark; you should come back soon, so we can eat and drink..."
"Master," Su Wanwan interrupted him, "I still have something to do here; I'll come back later."