And then, there was everything around here.
The table was laid with food, fruit was placed on the coffee table, and an apron hung on her son's body, obviously, her son had cooked the meal. Could that Miss Rich possibly cook?
Cheng Zhouyu was the second to speak, "Mom, weren't you supposed to be home?"
It was an ordinary sentence, but in Zhou Ruoyun's ears, it sounded extremely harsh. Was her son showing disdain for her? Eager for her to return to her hometown so he could mess around with this little vixen?
Feeling heartbroken, the son she had painstakingly raised was repaying her upbringing in this manner!
Her face became increasingly unpleasant as she slowly paced over to the dining table, assuming the posture of the family elder.
Peng Man quickly followed and supported Zhou Ruoyun's arm.
