As such, Chen Feng couldn't even be bothered to waste his breath on Qiao Zijin. She could do whatever she wanted. He wouldn't try to stop her.
But now that Chen Feng was no longer trying to stop her, Qiao Zijin felt a little uneasy. Since when had Feng Feng been this way?
Qiao Zijin didn't suffer from Alzheimer's and knew that Chen Feng preferred his aunt, Qiao Nan, to his own mother.
It was obvious that she wanted Qiao Nan to support her if she were to live in the capital. But Chen Feng had shown no response at all. What did that mean? Something seemed amiss.
Not caring about how Qiao Zijin was now in a dilemma, Chen Feng returned to his room and packed his belongings, getting ready to move to the capital for his studies.
