Feng Yanyan: "..."
"Xiao'an, do you know what's going on?" Ji Qing asked her son again.
Feng Chen'an shrugged, "How would I know."
Ji Qing said directly, "Then you can leave."
Feng Chen'an: "..."
"I have Yanyan here with me, you go to work, don't let it hold you back." Ji Qing's words were neither cold nor warm.
Feng Chen'an: "..."
Two seconds later, he stood up, "Alright then, call me if you need anything, I'm heading back to the office."
"Go ahead."
Once Feng Chen'an had left, Ji Qing spoke, "Yanyan, come here for a minute."
Feng Yanyan got up and sat down on the stool by the bed.
"Yanyan, now that there are no outsiders here, and that scatterbrain brother of yours isn't around, tell Mom honestly, are you having a tiff with Asheng? You didn't even go to Grandma Yan's birthday party last time. She even called me to ask me to persuade you not to be angry... What exactly is the matter?"
