After having their last meal at Cao Yingcheng's home, in the evening, Musheng helped Ma Changying pack her luggage.
They were simple items. Thinking back to his mother's distracted look during dinner, Musheng couldn't help but break into a faint smile and say, "Mom, something else happened at the class reunion you went to today, didn't it? Does it concern me?"
"No..."
As soon as Musheng suddenly spoke up, Ma Changying, who had been folding clothes, paused, hastily denying, "What could possibly have happened? I just think that what Aunt Zhai said wasn't very nice, but it's not her fault. Ah, I should never have gone in the first place."
She sighed, and Musheng narrowed his eyes. Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, the corners of his mouth curled up and he didn't press further.
Knowing Ma Changying's temperament, if she didn't speak now, she would eventually spill the beans.
