Xia Zhichu was in his room, trying in every way possible to comfort that lifeless woman, when suddenly he heard his mother's voice outside the door, his brows furrowed, and he had no choice but to come out.
"Mom, what are you doing? I'm talking to my friend."
"Oh... Chuchu, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just noticed that girl didn't look too well, so I made some sweet soup downstairs. Look, do you think she might want some?"
Sweet soup?
At a time like this, who would want to drink sweet soup? What she probably wants most now is that man's comfort, right?
He recalled earlier in the clothing store when that man shook her off, her complexion crumbled instantly, and her eyes turned completely dull. His mood worsened immediately.
"Mom, she wouldn't want to drink it."
"Why? Isn't she feeling unwell?"
"No, she's just..." Xia Zhichu didn't know how to explain to his mom, so he pushed her out, trying to hurry her away.
