After dinner, Cheng Youlin, who had been out all day, was tired and went to rest early.
Ouyang Hui still wasn't entirely at ease. After all, it wasn't easy for her son to meet someone he liked, and she was afraid he might miss the opportunity.
She went up to the second floor and gently knocked on the door, "Son, it's me..."
Feng Tianyou heard the voice and quickly came to open the door, "Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"
In winter, her old ailment would flare up, and she usually went to bed relatively early at night.
Ouyang Hui walked in, "Son, come here, mom wants to ask you something."
Feng Tianyou had always been grateful for the Zhuo Family's adoption. In his heart, Ouyang Hui and Feng Jinghan were his birth parents.
"Mom, sit down and tell me, what's up?"
"Why did Youlin leave so quickly? Is the person you like Shuang'er?"
Usually, when it came to matters of the heart, Feng Tianyou would definitely find an excuse to avoid them.
