"No grudge? No grudge that made you get hurt for her? If your father hadn't told me, I would still be in the dark."
As Feng Fanghua spoke, her voice gradually grew muffled.
It was because her heart ached for her son, so much that she was about to cry.
Mu Yichen sighed helplessly, then took the initiative to sit beside her. Fortunately, his right hand was fine, so he put his arm around Feng Fanghua: "Don't overthink it, I'll show you later. It's actually just a small wound, not as exaggerated as you imagine."
"You rascal, you've been worrying me since you were a child, even at thirty, you still keep me on edge."
Feng Fanghua burst into tears, leaning on her son's shoulder.
Qin Mu watched, not knowing what to do, and quickly noticed a box of tissues on the table, pulling some out and handing them over.
Feng Fanghua took them subconsciously, crying and wiping her tears on her son's shoulder, blowing her nose.
