Ning Qing froze on the spot. The warmth on the side of her face burned her already turbulent emotions.
Mother ning saw the interaction between the two of them, and the absent-minded look on ning Qing's face was an eyesore to her.
"Qingqing, eat. The food is cold," she reminded.
Oh, " ning Qing replied and sat back at the dining table.
When Nian lie went downstairs, ning Qing was clearing the dining table, and his mother was nowhere to be seen.
He stood at the top of the stairs and paused.
He walked in her direction.
Suddenly, mother ning came out of the kitchen and gave some instructions. Ning Qing went into the kitchen with a bowl and chopsticks.
From a distance, the woman's serious and cold eyes looked over.
It was a face-off with Nian lie.
“……”
He held the document so tightly that the edges of the paper were crumpled.
A few seconds later, he nodded at her as if nothing had happened.
Then, he strode away.
"Mom, how should I put this?"
