Rong Xuefeng felt stifled.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but realized she didn't want to say anything at all.
When one is tired and ill, their spirits are much lowered.
"Mom, stop talking about this, I'm hungry, go and cook!" Wang Wei's commanding tone was like that of ordering a servant.
Previously, Rong Xuefeng wouldn't have noticed, but today... she was somewhat bothered.
After all, she was feeling terrible, yet her daughter didn't show the slightest concern.
She hadn't even asked why her complexion was so poor.
Truthfully, she was really heartbroken.
Her most cherished daughter apparently had no concern for her.
"…What do you want for lunch?"
Her voice sounded very weary.
If Wang Wei had any concern, she would have been able to hear it.
"Mom, I want the minced meat noodles you make. Let's have that for lunch!"
