Cheng Anya crashed as soon as she reached her apartment. Her child was not home yet and she frowned.
Shouldn't Ning Ning be cooking at this time?
She was used to the aroma of food whenever she arrived home.
As her worry flashed by, Cheng Anya played possum on the sofa. She knew that her son was smart enough to see through her act.
She had a peace of mind and lay down, waiting for her son to return to cook for her.
She had yet to know what Ning Ning was going to cook today and was already twitchy. She got turned upside down by Third Young Master Ye in the afternoon and had to arrange his schedule. All these took their toll on her and she was so tired that she did not want to move a finger.
Anya unconsciously remembered the moment Third Young Master Ye stood in front of the window. He stood erect, yet lonely, as if the whole world had discarded him.
