"Is Wang Binyi truly an adult? Complaining like this—surely that's something you'd expect from children in kindergarten?" Bai Nuanxi was utterly perplexed. It was as if this were some kind of joke! How did she suddenly regress into a child's mindset? Could she not act like a grown-up for once?
"That's just how she is. Whenever she encounters any problem she can't handle, she runs straight to Mrs. Meng Qing, who then swoops in like her mother to take charge and solve everything for her. Don't overthink it; it's not really a big deal, so there's no need to take it to heart," Huo Muchen remarked casually. He had never viewed his mother as a significant figure in his life. After all, in his memory, Mrs. Meng Qing was like a shadow—there, but always elusive. Their meetings were few and far between, fleeting at best, and now mother and son regarded each other with mutual disdain, with nothing more to be said.
