Xiang Yimo put his injured hand in front of Zhong Lingling's eyes.
Zhong Lingling raised her guarded gaze and glanced at Xiang Yimo's hand!
Sure enough, Xiang Yimo's hand was much better.
"Growing fruits and vegetables must take a lot of effort, right?" Xiang Yimo tried to start a conversation with Zhong Lingling.
However, Zhong Lingling's gaze just stayed fixed on Xiang Yimo.
Xiang Yimo tried several topics, but Zhong Lingling showed no interest. After a long silence, Zhong Lingling coldly said, "You don't need to force a conversation with me. Don't treat me like a mental patient. I am! Not! Sick!"
With that, Zhong Lingling crawled out from under the table and stood up.
Looking at the empty living room and realizing her daughter had already left, she broke down again.
"It's all my fault, I scared my darling away. I shouldn't have lost my temper in front of her. I shouldn't have let my emotions get out of control! Darling... where has my darling gone..."
