His deep, dark eyes intently stared at his dazed mother, his tone growing heavier as he said, "About my aunt, have you hidden something from me?"
Fu Yun's heart raced. For a moment she wanted to tell the truth, but she feared disappointing Huo Lin.
She did not answer immediately, her face was pale, and her heart was in turmoil. Finally, she denied it, "What do you mean by that? Are you doubting your own mother? Do you think I would deceive you?"
Seeing Fu Yun become extremely agitated again, Huo Lin swallowed numerous suspicions and sighed lightly, "I still have business to attend to. Please go back and rest. As for Pei Ya, it's best not to push him, or it might backfire."
After speaking, he pushed open the box room door and left.
Fu Yun watched Huo Lin's retreating figure, hesitating to speak several times, until Huo Lin had left. She still didn't open her mouth and slumped into the chair, her expression anxious and restless.
Did Jiujiu say something to Alin?
