Yang Chen was unaware that his mother had noticed the slip in his words. Even if he had known, there wouldn't have been much he could say. Some traits were just ingrained and immutable.
However, Guo Xuehua wouldn't directly confront Yang Chen like that. It would be presumptuous, and if she were wrong, it could strain the gradually improving relationship between mother and son, especially if Yang Chen didn't want to engage with her.
So, after dinner, when there was a moment of quiet as Yang Chen drove Zhenxiu home to pack her belongings, Guo Xuehua seized the opportunity to pull Lin Ruoxi into her study and ask about what had happened earlier that afternoon.
"Ruoxi, can you tell me what you meant when you were talking to Yang Chen earlier?" Guo Xuehua asked, her tone filled with concern.
