The maid served a bowl of porridge with white fungus and lotus seed, which, to Xia Jingshu's favorite normally, she would eat one bowl every day.
Ye Hao took over the porridge and scooped a little, intending to feed his mom.
"Mom, eat something first." Ye Hao looked at his mom, eyes full of worries.
HIs mother actually suffered such a great blow that it was his first time to see his mom so upset. She did not even eat or drink anything.
Xia Jingshu did not eat what her son had for her. Instead, she shook her head and said.
"A Hao, send Little Yu to Han family."
"I will send him there tomorrow." Ye Hao said in a low and husky voice.
He would not have this child at home, having decided to let the court award him to his grandparents.
Xia Jingshu blew her nose suddenly. Soon some tears flew out of her eyes, running down her aged face, on her clothes one by one.
