Nan jiateng looked at his mother's expression and wanted to say something. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
He didn't want his mother to be sad, but he couldn't be as close to his mother as he was when he was young.
The only person he was willing to get close to and feel relaxed with was perhaps Cha Qing Luo.
However, he still respected his mother.
Back then, when he was young, he and his mother depended on each other for survival. At that time, his father had not yet brought them back and protected them.
At that time, when there was food, his mother would always be reluctant to eat it and give it to him.
When he was in danger, his mother would always protect him and not let him be hurt.
He had not forgotten those things.
At that time, his mother was gentle, but also strong.
But now, her mother only obeyed her father's orders. She would listen to whatever her father said.
