Connor Wen spent a few particularly relaxing days, accompanying his mother in the house where he grew up. It seemed as if he had returned to his boyhood, when all he thought about was fame and men, and he spent a lot of time every day studying and beautifying himself. The boy was indeed vain and superficial, but he could never find the happiness that he had when he was straightforward.
In order to prevent his mother from noticing anything unusual, he still ate and drank with a cheerful smile on his face every day. After his car was transported from Pengcheng, he wanted to take his mother out for a ride, but unfortunately the air in the city was too bad and driving a convertible looked like an idiot. However, he still put makeup on his mother, did her hair, matched her clothes, and took her to the mall to buy things.
Meredith Feng looked at her handsome son who was carrying a lot of bags beside him, and was secretly delighted: "Hey, you walk beside me like this, don't you look like a rich woman with a gigolo? Am I very stylish?"
Connor Wen blinked his eyes and said, "Mrs. Feng, I don't understand what you are saying."
Meredith Feng laughed and scolded: "You are so poor."
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