Pei Mojing's mother was of English-Chinese descent, her father having been an envoy at the British embassy in his early years and now retired. After she passed away in England, in accordance with her last wishes, she remained there.
So, most people did not know of her passing.
They thought she had simply divorced Pei Yucheng--
These matters were wounds in Pei Mojing's heart, which he had confided only to Mu Zixuan and his close friends.
Upon hearing his words, everyone nodded in understanding.
"Hehe, it's rare that the sun came out today, let's go sit in the garden..." Su Wanxia suggested with a smile, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
"Yeah... I was just thinking about going to the garden..." Mu Zixuan said, holding Su Wanxia's arm.
Su Wanxia reached out to pinch her cheek, "You little imp..."
"Mom... I'm already so old, you're still pinching my cheek..." Mu Zixuan quickly covered her cheeks with her hands.
