After dinner, Su Xiaofei was asked by her mother to follow her upstairs for a talk. She glanced at Lu Qingfeng, who was left at the dining table, and saw him giving her a weak smile, which was not a reassuring one which he usually did whenever she was worried.
This made Su Xiaofei think that she needed to prepare for whatever her mother was going to say tonight. If Lu Qingfeng thought that it was bad, then it would be bad. He wouldn't give her such a reaction if it was something he could easily resolve on his own. If Lu Qingfeng couldn't resolve it, then it could be very serious.
Su Xiaofei dragged her feet and followed her mother to her study, feeling her heart racing in her chest. Somehow, this kind of feeling reminded her of the time when she received the news of her mother's death in her previous life.
'Why did I even think of that?' She thought as her footsteps resounded in the empty hallway leading to her mother's study.
