"Thank you for your hospitality."
After dinner, Lin Zifeng thanked Shen Siyuan again, then helped to tidy up the dishes.
"No need, I can handle these myself," Shen Siyuan said politely.
"How can that be? You invited me to dinner, and if I just leave after eating, what kind of person would that make me? My parents didn't raise me that way."
"You love your parents very much," Shen Siyuan took the opportunity to ask.
"My father passed away early. My mother raised me alone. She was very strict with me when I was young, so I didn't like her, and even kind of resented her..."
When Lin Zifeng talked about his mother, his voice was exceedingly calm.
There was neither hatred nor love.
The middle-aged woman standing beside them just sighed deeply, looking at Lin Zifeng with eyes still gentle, without a hint of resentment.
