The woman took the opportunity when they were alone to subtly inquire about their background from Shi Wangyue.
Unexpectedly, the young man in front of her slightly pursed his thin lips into a cold arc, his expression indifferent.
It was completely different from the warm and gentle demeanor he had in front of the girl, as cold as a block of ice.
Then, without even looking at her, he walked to the balcony of the room, gazing at the distant sea.
His whole presence was one of aloofness, keeping others at a great distance.
His strong aura left her not daring to step forward.
...
Over half an hour later, Ning Youguang emerged from the room.
"Miss, how is my son?" the woman stepped forward to ask.
"He's asleep. Let him have a good rest, don't disturb him," she said.
"Okay, okay." The woman stole a glance into the room, "Will my son eat after he wakes up?"
