Seeing her son wearing a prisoner's uniform, his once handsome hairstyle cut off, and him looking thin and haggard after just a few days, Chi Zaozao felt a deep pain in her heart.
She rushed forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down like rain.
Ye Chenxi seemed as if nothing was wrong, smiling as he patted Chi Zaozao's shoulder, telling her, "Mommy, you look really ugly when you cry. Stop crying, if you keep being this ugly, be careful or Daddy might despise you."
He raised both hands to gently wipe the tears off his mother's cheeks. To be honest, Ye Chenxi couldn't say he wasn't feeling any pain inside.
What he feared most was seeing his father sad for him and his mother crying for him.
When he left Ningdu and them, he vowed that when he returned, he would let them enjoy life. But now? He had made them sad for him again.
How unfilial he was.
He even let his grandfather down to the point where he didn't want to see him.
