Ye Muyu consistently observed him, sensing his mood changes, a sincere smile gracing her lips. She picked up a teacup and poured him some tea to warm his stomach first.
"Chu Ziluo, come, drink some stomach-soothing tea."
Chu Ziluo's face bore a sensible smile, "Thank you, Mother."
"Mother, actually, father probably doesn't like Aunt Lin," Chu Ziluo said hesitantly in a low voice.
Holding the teacup in her hands, Ye Muyu slowly sipped her tea and nodded in response, "I know."
It was clear to her whom Chu Heng liked. Of course, just because he did not favor Lin Mianmian didn't mean he had come to appreciate her or developed feelings for her.
"Then don't be mad at father," Chu Ziluo whispered even more softly.
Ye Muyu reached out to ruffle her hair, "Chu Ziluo, don't worry, Mother isn't angry. Have your studies been tiring you out lately?"