Ji Huan hadn't expected Song Jing to return today.
Seeing him travel-worn and with sunken cheeks, she knew just how hard he had been working.
But she was seething with anger at the moment and found it hard to even force a smile. She only managed to say dryly, "You... should rest."
With that, she strode out of the courtyard without a backward glance.
Song Jing froze for a moment. 'This is bad,' he thought, turning to chase after her.
"Jing'er!" Mrs. Meng shouted at him. "If you walk out that door today, don't you dare call me your mother ever again!"
Song Jing's steps halted abruptly.
He turned back, his expression a mixture of helplessness and anxiety.
He knew his mother's temper better than anyone and could only suppress the urge to run after Ji Huan.
Besides, it was broad daylight. Chasing after her now would only subject Ji Huan to more gossip.
The momentary panic subsided. Song Jing forced himself to calm down and focus on the situation at hand.
