Liu Zhiyuan looked at his mother, his eyes full of deep disappointment, but he said nothing and turned back to his bedroom. Liu Rui couldn't help but worry, carefully watching their mother, whose expression also didn't look good.
"It's okay, don't take your brother's words to heart." Wu Mengyi felt a heavy heart from her son's look, but that didn't quench the doubts in her heart.
Especially after clashing with her son today, Wu Mengyi felt it necessary to have a talk with Ye Ling.
Liu Rui behaved herself and quietly returned to her bedroom alone.
The next day, Ye Ling was tidying up clothes at home, planning to wash them, when she heard someone arrive. Her mother's laughter was unusually loud. Listening carefully for a few moments, she realized it was Liu Zhiyuan's mother. Ye Ling, who already didn't think highly of Liu Zhiyuan's mother, knew she was a sharp-tongued person who always put on the appearance of a kind elder, so she didn't intend to go out.
