In the middle of the night, Old Lady Feng hugged a quilt and tiptoed into the living room, finding her son curled up on the small sofa. Being a mother, she felt restless and couldn't sleep properly in her room.
Despite the heating in the house, it being an old property, some wind still seeped in at night. Just as Old Lady Feng was about to add another blanket to her son, she noticed he was already covered with one that had a faint scent of perfume.
Old Lady Feng glanced at the rooms where Zhuo Feng and his niece were sleeping, didn't make a sound, and silently returned to her room.
Apart from Zhuo Feng, Zhou Qiang also had a frustrating meal tonight.
Tonight, Zhou Qiang managed to invite a group of directors and chiefs, a challenging task these days, as everyone knows that dining is not for the food but for networking. However, his beloved son, Zhou Ziang, embarrassed him by arriving late in front of all these seniors.
