Ding Ning looked at her son's frowning face. "Are you thinking about little tangerine?"
Yu Yanzhou looked up at his mother and finally nodded. "Yes, I can't contact her."
Ding Ning let out a low laugh. She didn't feel any sympathy for her son at all. Could it be that Mo Fei had treated this matter as a joke to them? Her son had indeed been wronged this time, and he deserved it.
Right now, their greatest joy was to watch the two children gossip.
They had thought that their elopement would warm up their relationship, but they did not expect that they would even start fighting.
Yu Yanzhou:"..."
This mother might not be blood-related.
Forget it, forget it. He should go find Ruan Meng and ask her about the news.
After dinner, Ding Ning told her son to rest early. She still had to go to the hospital to take a look.
Yu Yanzhou nodded. "I'll clean up. Take care on the way."
