Fang Peizhong's feet were blistered, and he was sitting by the edge of the kang picking at them.
Ye Hua walked in and saw Fang Peizhong hugging his feet.
That once elegant and cultured Fang Peizhong had become like this, and Ye Hua's heart ached at the sight.
After all, he was her precious son, whom she adored.
It had only been a few months, and he looked just like an old farmer from the countryside.
How could she not feel pained?
"Fang Peizhong, your mother is here!"
Liu Hongmei lifted the curtain with a smile; since arriving here, she had taken a liking to Fang Peizhong.
In these few months, they had somewhat solidified their relationship.
She was quite satisfied with Fang Peizhong.
They were already acquaintances, and this time, due to a chance encounter, their feelings had intensified, otherwise, Liu Hongmei wouldn't have gotten involved with Fang Peizhong.
