Chu Qingmeng suddenly felt that this was what normal family interactions should feel like. Day in and day out, they rigidly adhered to rules, lacking any warmth of human life entirely. She patted Mo Jiangqing to signal him to let go, and Mo Jiangqing released her, though for the first time, a trace of deep attachment to his mother appeared in the depths of his eyes. Sitting back down in front of the vanity to comb her own hair, she said with helpless resignation to Mo Liujin, "The knife you swung that day gave the two of them quite a fright. Even though both you and I knew it was fake, you still should have explained it to them."
"Hmph," Mo Liujin let out a cold snort. "They couldn't even recognize their own mother—they deserved it."
"..." Chu Qingmeng was speechless. Did he think everyone was like him, able to tell if it was her purely by her aura?
Chapter 221