Lady Mu said she wouldn't care for her daughter and she really didn't. After putting down two bowls of noodles, she took a glance at her daughter's injury. It didn't look very serious, so she let her worries ease a bit and then turned around to leave.
Mu Xiangwan thought her mother would sit down and show some concern. She didn't expect her to just leave. Her heart turned cold, and she couldn't help but tear up.
Su Chaoyang looked at her aggrieved look, his heart filled with surprise. This little girl, who had caused so much trouble since childhood, had always made others cry. It was rare to see her cry so sadly.
But looking at her, she didn't seem to be faking it. He couldn't muster up any harsh words, so he sighed and asked softly: "What's wrong? Does your foot hurt? Or was I too rough?" As he spoke, his touch became gentler.
