"I'm not eating," Chen Feng said dejectedly, then went into his room with his schoolbag. He flung it onto his desk and collapsed onto his single bed.
Chen Feng stared blankly at the ceiling, his head still buzzing.
'How could my grades have fallen so much?'
'What exactly went wrong?'
Li Xiaomei sensed something was wrong with her son. She immediately heaped a bowl with food until it was overflowing and brought it to him.
"Xiao Feng, are you sick? Here, let Mom take a look."
'Her son was her lifeline now. He was her most important bargaining chip in her plan to successfully get back with Shen Zhengfeng.'
'That hot-tempered little terror Du Liya gave birth to is so awful, while her son—Li Xiaomei's son—is brilliant.'
'Shen Zhengfeng must know, clear as day, which son is better.'
'As for Shen Zhengfeng suspecting Xiao Feng isn't his son... Hmph, that bastard must have been tricked!'
'As if she, Li Xiaomei, didn't know who the boy's father was!'
