Ruan Jiaojiao lowered her head, distractedly circling the rim of her bowl with her chopsticks. These questions had been troubling her for a long time.
Particularly whenever she thought of An'an’s little furrowed brow, she could only blame her own incompetence as a mother.
"Pei Huaiyu, even if you won't admit it, I can tell that you care deeply about An'an. If you care, why must you insist on acting like you don't? Is it just because of me?"
Chapter 34