Rong Xuefeng felt heartbroken.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something else, but found that she didn't want to say anything.
If a person is tired and sick, his spirit will be much worse.
"Mom, stop talking about this. I'm hungry. Go and cook!" Wang Wei's tone of command was as if she was ordering a servant.
Rong Xuefeng naturally wouldn’t have noticed it before, but today...she still took it to heart.
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