Ever since Ye Feimo's stomach started causing problems, Cheng Anya had gone to Riyadh for several months to learn medicinal cuisine from Su Man and Bai Ye, trying her best to take care of Ye Feimo's stomach. However, Miss Cheng was clueless about household matters, and the taste of the medicinal meals always displeased Ye Feimo.
"Sons will always grow beyond their mother's control, right, Feimo? Tell me the truth, you disdain me, don't you?" Miss Cheng felt wronged.
Ye Feimo looked at her impassively, still as striking as ever, "Mommy, as long as Daddy doesn't disdain you, it's fine."
"Get lost!"
Ye Feimo smiled. Cheng Anya saw him bowing his head to eat, in deep thought. Han Bi had come back, Feimo… She sighed. Ye Feimo raised his head, and Cheng Anya smiled; her son was indeed sensitive.
"Mommy, don't worry, I'm fine."
