"She's in her room, I don't think she's feeling well."
Ignoring Jiang Linyue, Qin Chu headed upstairs to her mother's bedroom.
As soon as he entered, he saw his mother lying against an armchair. She was half-covered in a blanket, and her face was pale.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"Something's wrong with my heart," Mrs. Qin said as she pointed at her chest.
Qin Chu immediately knew that her mother was throwing a fit. He pulled up a chair and sat across from her.
"Mom, what do you want, calling me here in the middle of the night."
"You're my son and I miss you. Can't I call you here?"
"That's not what I meant. I just think that there's no need for you to pretend that you are sick. It's childish."
"I'm not pretending, I'm having a heartache. You agreed to come home for dinner tonight, why did you stand me up? Linyue waited here the entire evening. As GK's president, shouldn't you be a man of your words?"
