Huo Feng walked into Mrs. Huo's room and sat down on the sofa beside the dressing table. He turned his head to look at Mrs. Huo, who was deliberately ignoring him.
Huo Feng felt a little amused, and he could not help but reveal a smile in his voice. "Mom, are you angry at me? Are you throwing a tantrum by deliberately not looking at me now?"
No matter how old a woman was, they probably hoped to be pampered and coaxed, especially a middle-aged woman like Mrs. Huo. Her husband was unwilling to waste any of his patience on her, so she wanted to get more emotional feedback from his son.
In Mrs. Huo's heart, she had always liked to be very close to her son, Huo Feng.
Due to this psychological reason that probably even she herself didn't realize, Mrs. Huo's words subconsciously had a hint of complaints in a spoiled tone. "So you still remember your mother? I thought you were going to act like a filial child in front of your father's bed the entire night!"
