After packing a few clothes, Yu Fei was no longer in the mood to pack. She threw everything aside and squatted beside the suitcase in a daze. Habits were really a scary thing. She could see Feng Yi almost every day in the Feng Residence, but she felt like something was missing after only a few days. Her heart felt empty.
"Mommy!" A soft and cute voice sounded outside the door. Then, the half-closed door was gently pushed open, and an exquisite little face peeked in through the crack in the door.
"Xiaochen." Yu Fei looked much better. When she was in a bad mood, only seeing Feng Xiaochen could ease it.
The little guy was like a kitten, crawling into Yu Fei's arms on all fours. Then, he found a comfortable position to lie down and asked softly, "Mommy, are you unhappy?"
"No, Mommy isn't unhappy." Yu Fei was stunned and instinctively denied it."Was she that obvious? Even the little guy could tell that she was in a bad mood?
