"Alright, let's eat first, we can talk about everything else later."
Yu Shiyuan smiled through her tears; her heart was bleeding with pain. What Ling Haichen just said was truly hurtful.
She cried because she heard Qiao Hui Ping say that Little Fentuan would stay here with her from now on, not because she regretted anything or felt any heartache, as Ling Haichen presumed.
After dinner, Yu Shiyuan took Little Fentuan to the living room. Previously, she could only see her son once a week. Although she longed to spend every day with him, she was afraid of becoming increasingly dependent on Little Fentuan and feared being trapped in this villa, so she restrained her feelings.
Now that she knew it was Ling Haichen, she was no longer afraid and didn't want to run away anymore.
In the dining room, Ling Haichen put down his chopsticks and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin: "Mom, I'm going to work."
"Alright, will you be back for lunch?"
