At this moment, in the hospital, Lu Zhenqing slowly opened his eyes.
The entire ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; there wasn't even a nurse present.
Lu Zhenqing squinted gently, staring at the hospital's white ceiling, thoughtfully pursing his lips.
His mother still cared about him; otherwise, she wouldn't have sent someone to bring him to the hospital and paid his medical bills.
As long as he stayed at the hospital, played the obedient and pitiful child, his mother would eventually forgive him.
Lu Zhenqing decided this and closed his eyes, continuing to pretend to be asleep.
The door of the ward creaked open, pushed by someone from outside.
Mrs. Lu, leaning on her cane, walked to Lu Zhenqing's bedside, looked down at him coldly, and spoke, "Stop pretending."
Lu Zhenqing remained motionless.
He had to keep pretending; he knew his own mother's stubbornness and intolerance for deception.
Previously, he had severely offended his mother, who now openly despised him.
