"Chenyuan, don't take it the wrong way." Xu Qingli was afraid Lu Chenyuan would feel uneasy.
The old house is also his home, and now even his son can't enter the door. Surely, they feared Lu Chenyuan might mind.
"I understand, you should rest early."
Xu Qingli still criticized, "The guest bed in your house is too uncomfortable. After two or three days my waist and back are sore."
Lu Chenyuan didn't respond.
He didn't expect his mother to stay over. Her pickiness is normal; she sleeps on mattresses worth millions. These ordinary mattresses aren't up to her standards.
Lin Yan was yawning from exhaustion; the sleep on the plane only made her feel more tired.
Xu Qingli showed no intention of going upstairs.
She was insomniac; too many things happening recently disturbed her mood, making her toss and turn in bed.
