"There's another dish that's still hot, I'll go get it." Mi Shen blinked at Shen Meizhi and slipped away from the dining room.
There were no more dishes in the kitchen, it was just that Mi Shen wanted to give the mother and son some space to talk, so she purposely used that excuse to leave for a while.
As soon as Mi Shen left, the dining room instantly quieted down.
Shen Meizhi pursed her lips and, slightly turning her body, began, "Is work tiring?"
Li Fengchang was drinking water nonchalantly, "It's alright."
"Shenshen is a good kid," Shen Meizhi added.
"I know." Li Fengchang put down his cup and ran his fingertips along the delicate patterns on the cup's surface.
Shen Meizhi paused and said, "Fengchang... I'm sorry. These years have been hard for you."
Li Fengchang curved his lips into a smirk, "Not hard, I should feel lucky that I learned about the warmth and coldness of human relationships at a young age."
"It was my fault."
