He was extremely possessive

"Ma," whispered Zi Han as he stood outside the villa watching her slowly walk in. She waved her hand at him telling him to stay there before going into the villa alone.

His mother hadn't been right since yesterday and Zi Han was worried. His grandfather had told him to take care of his mother and not let her do anything stupid. Now she wouldn't even let him follow her inside.

Zi Han could only obey. He walked over to the rustic porch swing surrounded by overgrown grass. He curled his fingers around the chain of the porch swing as he watched Lynn Feng enter the villa pulling a suitcase with her equipment.

Zi Han sighed while staring at the patch of grass he woke up lying on. He began to recall the feelings and emotions he felt when he met his father. His eyes became misty when he remembered the pain he felt when he left him. It was like someone had taken a knife and stabbed it straight into his heart before twisting it.