Hearing her son's explanation, Fang Yueqiu's expression looked very complicated and weird.
After a while, she said with a worried look, "Son, are you alright? Why are you saying silly things today? Come, let me see if you're sick."
She raised her hand and wanted to feel the temperature of his forehead.
Song Zixuan raised his hand and blocked his mother's hand, "Mom, stop joking. Your son is so tough. How would anything happen to me?"
When Song Zixuan said he was tough, there was a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Apparently, he always kept saying that he wasn't a forever loner, but he actually still cared about it in his heart.
"Son…"
Hearing the ridicule in her son's tone, Fang Yueqiu's expression froze with pain and guilt in her eyes.
The originally joyful atmosphere around them immediately became extremely heavy.
