The father and son sat in silence at the table, not touching their bowls and chopsticks, in stark contrast to Qiann Yan, who was eating without reservation.
In Feng Shuqing's heart, Wenn Cen was handsome, performed well academically, spoke pleasantly, and had a great personality. He was perfect and brought her pride.
Usually, Wenn Cen wore a smile, but tonight something was clearly off.
"Little Cen, why aren't you eating?"
Hearing Feng Shuqing's question, Wenn Cen's expression changed slightly, and he finally tugged at Wenn Hanshipu: "Dad, let's leave. We don't belong here."
"Aunt Feng, I've always wanted to call you Mom, but I'm not your biological son. This, originally, wasn't my home." Wenn Cen's face was pale, "If we stay here, my dad and I will only be a nuisance, and it will make people think we're hindering your mother-daughter bond with Qiann Yan."
