Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight shone through the window onto Zhao Zhao's desk. Even without turning on the air conditioner, it felt warm.

At this moment, Zhao Zhao was still concentrating on dealing with the pile of documents. He also had a crucial meeting coming up, so he was extremely busy.

At this moment, the phone that had been quietly resting on the desk suddenly began to vibrate. Zhao Zhao couldn't help but frown, feeling a little unhappy. After looking at the note displayed on the screen, he raised his hand to pick up the phone and answered it. "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

He sighed helplessly as he listened to the voice coming from the other end of the phone.

He knew his mother was worried about Chang Yuhuan's situation, but she kept calling him to talk, and her words were always the same, which made him feel a little irritated. He couldn't help but interrupt, "I'm really busy at work. If you have anything to say, let's talk when I get home."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Zhao sat quietly in a chair, trying to calm himself. Every time he finished talking to his mother, he would feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Sixty percent of his resistance to the Gu family came from his mother.

The role of mother is both contradictory and complex for Zhao Zhao. He feels sorry for what his mother has gone through in the Gu family and understands her anxiety about gain and loss; but at the same time, he is also disgusted by her selfishness and stubbornness.

He also couldn't understand why his mother didn't think of him when she was happy.

This conflicting feeling lingered in Zhao Zhao's heart for a long time, and even after work, his mood still did not ease.

When he thought about having to face his mother when he returned home, he even felt like avoiding it, so he decided not to go home for the time being, but asked the driver to drive directly to the hospital.

When Zhao Zhao arrived at the familiar ward, he did not see the familiar figure.

I slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, quietly gazing at the sunset outside the window, my thoughts gradually drifting away...

This world did not make him happy. The adult world was full of endless complexities and was exhausting.

[Host, no one is a child forever, and no one can maintain the innocence of a child forever. Growth is inevitable.]

When Yunqishi gently pushed open the door and walked in, he happened to see Zhaozhao sitting alone quietly in front of the window, his thin back looking a little lonely.

The sound of the door opening startled the young man. He turned around, restrained the emotions in his eyes, and said in the familiar cold tone, "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you for your concern."

The boy looks very similar to Xu Yanzhao when he was young. Whenever I look at him, I can't help but think of myself who was also depressed at that time.

"You're welcome. Take a seat."

Yunqi always felt that the young man before him seemed to exude a unique charm that made people want to approach him involuntarily. Although he didn't smile, he still gave people a gentle and reliable feeling.

According to common sense, Yun Qi Shi should not have had too much communication with Gu Jinan's white moonlight.

However, the fact is that he was able to sit side by side with him calmly and even chat about many ordinary topics.

He didn't expect that this noble young master who seemed to be out of touch with the world would be interested in his life.

In fact, Zhao Zhao was not interested either. Knowing both ourselves and our enemies can help us better complete the task.

After a while of conversation, the relationship between the two improved a lot. The face that Yun Qishi originally felt resistant to became more and more pleasing to the eye. However, he always felt that Xu Yanzhao was not happy.

Whatever came to mind, he asked, "Is there something on your mind? I don't think you are happy."

Zhao Zhao was slightly surprised. Apart from Gu Jinan, there was almost no one else who cared about his mood, not even his mother.

He nodded and said, "I'm not happy."

"So...what happened?" Yun Qishi is not very good at talking. He is not good at speaking and can only chat dryly.

However, Zhao Zhao also said in the same dry tone, "Things at home are really annoying."

Things at home?

Thinking of the Gu family, Yun Qishi silently recalled what happened at this time in his previous life, and suddenly understood what he was worried about.