"What are we going to do?" Ye Fei asked anxiously, his heart filled with guilt. The so-called return of Zhuo Feng'er was, of course, arranged by him.
It wasn't that he didn't want to enjoy a few more days of this sweet, intimate time with his mother.
Rather, he had received news that something seemed to have gone wrong at the Zhonghua Building, and he had to go and check it out. Thus, he had no choice but to end this passionate parent-child time.
His son's reluctance made Liu Yiru feel even more melancholic. Although she would not lose this kind of relationship with her son even after Zhuo Feng'er came back and returned to the country, it would be impossible to be like these days again.
She might not even find an opportunity to be intimate with her son once every ten days or half a month.
How could she, who had already become completely addicted to the incestuous relationship with her own son, bear this?
