Hua Rong, supported by Nanny Cui, walked out of the room.
To her surprise, as she looked up, she saw Feng Jinrui standing in the courtyard.
Feng Jinrui had clearly been waiting for a long time, but he dared not to knock on the door.
Upon seeing her, a trace of unease and fear briefly flickered in his eyes.
He took hesitant steps forward and, in front of his mother, seemed utterly nervous.
"Mother, Liujin said you were unwell..."
"It's nothing, it's late, go back and rest."
Hua Rong merely glanced at him indifferently and continued to walk away with Nanny Cui's assistance.
Feng Jinrui stood still, watching their receding figures, unable to withdraw his gaze for a long time.
He knew his mother did not like him, but he did not understand why.
Was it because he was not obedient enough?
But he had followed every word his mother said; he really did obey.
Only, his mother simply wouldn't talk to him much.
It was as if she didn't want a son like him at all.