No matter how much time had passed, whenever Wen Sheng saw Lin Suifen, she still couldn't remain calm.
Standing there, her chest felt as if something were blocking it, leaving her somewhat at a loss.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Surprise flickered across Zhou Yuhuai's face, but it quickly returned to normal.
With Spring Festival approaching, Lin Suifen practically called her son every day, asking when he would return to Jiazhou. After several irritating calls, Zhou Yuhuai simply made excuses about work being too busy and said he wouldn't be returning this year.
He had never expected Lin Suifen to come to Jiangzhou without a word.
"Why is she here?" Lin Suifen's gaze settled on Wen Sheng, her expression darkening as she walked into the pantry in her high heels.
She turned to look at her son and her voice raised unintentionally, "Is this why you're not coming back to Jiazhou for the New Year?"
