Liu Mei couldn't make sense of it.
At the same time, a sudden unease gripped her heart.
She walked back to her room and saw Xiu Jianlin hadn't gone to bed yet, so she went up to him and gave him a pat, asking, "Don't you think your eldest son is a bit strange?"
"What?" Xiu Jianlin didn't immediately catch on to whom she was referring, as Liu Mei never called Xiu Xi that way. She would either call him a bastard or a dead mixed breed—the more unpleasant the name, the more likely she was to use it.
"Xiu Xi, your eldest son!" Liu Mei glared at him irritably.
"Him?... Hasn't he always been like this?" Xiu Jianlin looked at her, puzzled. In his memory, his eldest son had always been akin to an invisible person—not eating at home, occasionally not even sleeping at home, like a wild man.
He wasn't unaware of how Liu Mei treated his son; it's just that for him, a child whose mother had died was far less important than his current wife and child.
