Cen Shaoqing followed Old Mrs. Cen’s footsteps.
She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but old Mrs. Cen looked at Cen Shaoqing beside her. She felt that Cen Shaoqing seemed to have something on his mind during this trip.
However, Cen Shaoqing didn’t want to talk about it, so old Mrs. Cen didn’t ask.
The two walked all the way to the dining room.
Old Mrs. Cen smiled and said, “Go Wash your hands. Hurry up and eat.”
“Okay.”Cen Shaoqing nodded slightly and walked to the bathroom.
A moment later, Cen Shaoqing came out of the bathroom and sat in front of the dining table. “Where’s My Mother?”
“Today is your father’s birthday.”
After so many years, when she mentioned her short-lived son again, old Mrs. Cen did not seem to have any special expression on her face.
Birthday?
Cen Shaoqing suddenly realized that today was Cen Haifeng’s birthday.
Every year on this day, Zhou Xiang would accompany him in front of Cen Haifeng’s portrait.
He would not eat or drink.