Lu Yanchen looked at that unnatural smile and furtive gaze of his mother—it was clear that she was hiding something from him. Even more than those, he could make out this sense of unwavering seriousness that he had rarely seen from within her eyes.
Sitting down beside her, he asked out gently as though it was just friendly banter, "Where did you go yesterday? Did you catch a cold?"
Shen Lingshuang shook her head. "No, I was at home the entire day yesterday. I only went out to fetch Xiao Bai for a while."
"Then, could you have caught a cold when you were entertaining some guests at home?"
"Cold? Sitong didn't seem to have a cold…" The moment she finished, Shen Lingshuang realized that something was wrong—she seemed to have fallen into her son's trap.
Lu Yanchen's stare turned cold. "…"