Pu Sangzhi already knows what Huo Yao destroyed.
It was the Chinese Zodiac she spent a whole night making for Huo Feng during their first date.
Although it was a very cheap gift, she knew it was precious to Huo Feng because of the twelve-year plan she had written inside.
During times when Huo Feng felt lost and insecure, he never thought of tearing the gift apart.
It was clear how much this gift meant to him.
Now, Pu Sangzhi could only comfort Huo Feng.
If she didn't come to ease the mess her son had made, no one could handle Huo Feng.
"Honey, don't be angry."
Pu Sangzhi wrapped her arms around Huo Feng's neck, resting her chin on his shoulder, rubbing ears with him affectionately.
The fresh scent of shampoo drifted to Huo Feng's nose, slightly quelling his anger.
However, the feeling of anger was still present.
Huo Feng simply couldn't bring himself to be mad at Pu Sangzhi.
