"Even if she is exhausted..."
Feng Fanghua suddenly couldn't continue speaking, just holding her breath as she looked at her son and then awkwardly turned her gaze away.
"Why did you come?" asked Mu Yichen, looking at her. It was only seven o'clock.
"Of course I came to see... to see if you're all doing well!" Feng Fanghua hesitated for a moment, thinking that this foolish boy still didn't know that was his biological daughter, and she couldn't tell him.
The atmosphere at breakfast this morning was really...
Qin Mu knew she would definitely have indigestion.
Feng Fanghua ate in a particularly formal and proper manner, as if she had received special training, making her afraid to drink her congee in big gulps.
As for Little Huanhuan, she ate so gracefully that it occasionally brought a loving smile to Feng Fanghua's face, as if to say, "Truly worthy of being my grandchild, even eating looks so lovely."
