Lu Fengxuan didn't realize she had sighed, her eyebrows furrowed, and her face wore an expression of worry and frustration.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Are you having a headache?"
Xiaoyi thought she was uncomfortable, his little face very worried. He reached out to gently rub her forehead with extreme care.
After this kidnapping incident, Xiaoyi had become psychologically closer to her, and the previous barriers between mother and son had long since become a thing of the past.
Lu Fengxuan snapped back to reality, "No, my head doesn't hurt. I was just wondering why your daddy hasn't come down for dinner yet."
"Mommy, Daddy has already eaten."
Xiaoyi withdrew his hand, feeling a little embarrassed about his earlier gesture.
Lu Fengxuan had wanted to find an excuse to ask Xiaoyi to call him for dinner, but to her disappointment, she found out he had already eaten and let out a frustrated sigh, feeling quite bitter inside.
