His tone of voice is getting worse and worse.

"That's enough! Lu Han, go downstairs and get a taxi home. I'm going to see President Lin."

As soon as Lu Baofei spoke, the two stopped arguing.

...

Liang Shiyue and her mother went home early.

As soon as I entered the room, I locked myself in the bedroom.

She threw all the gifts Lin Xiaoya had given her into the trash can.

Their matching dresses, trench coats, headbands, and jewelry were all damaged.

Hearing the clattering sounds, Liang's mother leaned against the door frame, sighed, and then went to the kitchen.

A moment later, she brought out some washed fruit and knocked on the door.

"Xiaoyue, can Mommy come in now?"

Not hearing any sound, Liang's mother pushed open the door and went inside.

Seeing her daughter lying on her side in bed silently shedding tears, Liang's mother put down the fruit plate, sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked her wet cheeks.

"Didn't you make plans to go to Fengcheng with Lu Yi? Mom wants to go too, to look at houses..."

"Mom, why are we going to Fengcheng to look at houses?"

Liang Shiyue opened her eyelids, sniffed, and sat up in bed.

“You’re going to study there for four years, or even longer. What’s the point of your mother staying in Jiangzhou alone? I’d rather go and be with you.”

"Mom knows Lu Yi is sincere towards you, but he also has his own studies and career. You can't expect him to be available whenever you call, right?"

Liang's mother looked exhausted and helpless.

The resolute tone in her words startled Liang Shiyue.

She had never looked at her mother closely before, but now that she was looking at her closely, the wrinkles and dark spots on her face were so obvious that even concealer couldn't cover them up.

His temples had also turned a faded, grayish-white color.

Mom, how come you've gotten older so quickly...?