Mrs. Fang saw her son sitting in the living room the moment she entered the house. "When did you get back? Why didn't you give me a call?"
Fang Chen was on the phone. He merely raised his hand and waved when he heard her voice.
His mother promptly went quiet. She turned to take off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack.
After some time, Fang Chen finally finished the phone call. He raised his head to glance at his mother and little sister and replied unhurriedly. "I only just got back home."
"Have you been busy lately? Your face looks a lot skinnier." Mrs. Fang could not help feeling sad seeing how skinny her son's face was.
Fang Ting walked up to Fang Chen and sat down beside him. She held him by the chin and scrutinized him. "She's right. Why have you lost so much weight? Are you sick or something?"
He was completely skin and bones.
