But this time, Zhou Yunmei, for the sake of Luo Zhiming, simply didn't take her son into consideration, without the slightest thought about his situation.
She didn't think of his job, nor how he would behave in the future, which made Luo Zhiyong wonder how he could still cherish the mother-son affection as he always had.
However, perhaps it was for the best; a complete break could indeed be a form of liberation. And this time, Luo Zhiyong had a clear conscience; as a son, he had done everything he should for his mother—it was she who did not recognize her own son.
Luo Zhiyong sighed, got up from the bed, and planned to open the door to call Luo Honglan from next door.
But as he reached the door, he heard a slight sound of footsteps from outside, clearly resembling a man's, but as they approached, the footsteps seemed deliberately lightened, bearing a covert and sneaky rhythm.
