Listening to her son's caring words, Zhou Rongrong's exquisitely beautiful face also bore a sweet smile.
It had truly been worthwhile to raise her son with so much hardship over the years.
She gently hugged her beloved son.
Zhou Rongrong tenderly said, "I'm very happy today, it's just your Wu Auntie."
"She seemed to have something on her mind, she didn't say anything when I asked her," she continued.
Li Zhiyan remembered how Zhang Honglei had been going around school pretending to be a rich second-generation heir.
Five thousand yuan may be nothing to a wealthy person, but for Wu Auntie, it really is a sum of money that takes her more than a month of hard work to earn.
Moreover, her son could ignore his mother for such a long time.
Wu Auntie's heart must be very sad, right?
"Maybe Wu Auntie ran into some trouble, if it's not a bother, you can spend more time with her," he suggested.
"I won't be able to accompany you every day for the next few days," he added.
