"It's so dark in here. I'll turn on the light for you!" Su Ronghua said.
"No, no need! I mean, my eyes are sensitive to light right now," Hua Xiaomo said with a smile as she lay on the collapsed sofa. Looking at Su Ronghua's beautiful yet sullen face, she couldn't help asking, "Mom, why are you still up so late? Is something on your mind?"
"It's all because of your brother..." Su Ronghua said, her face etched with worry. "Tell me, he hasn't been here for a while now. Do you think he suspects something? I'm really concerned."
"Huh?" Hua Xiaomo was stunned for a moment. Only then did she realize that Wen Yajun hadn't visited their home at all during the days she had been recuperating at Qi Longbing's place.
A jolt went through Hua Xiaomo's heart, and she immediately felt an urge to kick him out.
"Xiao Mo, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?" Su Ronghua looked at her, beginning to worry.
