Mu Qing didn't come home often. He was either at the hospital or at grandpa's place. He wouldn't come back unless Grandpa was at his home.
His relationship with his parents was not as close as his relationship with the old master.
However, Mu Qing still felt guilty when he saw his mother, Gu huiru, running out to welcome him.
He wasn't a good grandson, and he wasn't a good son.
"Qing, why did you come back today? I didn't even ask the kitchen to prepare anything good in advance!"
Gu huiru's personality was gentle and she had an elegant temperament. She was a true lady from a wealthy family. The only person she felt guilty about in her life was her son.
The mother and son were not as close as other mother and son, and she had never done her part as a mother to her son.
Mu Qing hesitated for a second, then hugged Gu huiru and smiled.""Mom, don't bother. You can eat anything. I'm not a picky eater."
Gu huiru was a little overwhelmed by her son's favor.
