Mo Zhi felt her neck suddenly become moist, and after she wrestled herself free from Lu Yinfeng, she saw her crying.
"Mom?" Mo Zhi pouted, asking uncomfortably, "Are you crying? Are you missing Dad?"
Mo Zhi knew her mother was prone to tears, especially when her father made her unhappy.
But as long as her father took her mother back to their room, she would soon be fine.
Lu Yinfeng raised her hand to dry her tears and forced a smile, "Xiao Zhi, let's go home, Mom has something very important to tell you."
Mo Zhi nodded obediently.
Once they were home, Lu Yinfeng asked Mo Zhi to sit on the sofa.
She herself paced around the coffee table, her heart both conflicted and fearful.
"Mom?" Mo Zhi tilted her head, looking at Lu Yinfeng with puzzlement.
Lu Yinfeng stopped pacing and took several deep breaths.
Now, Lu Zhu hadn't been able to accept her own self; if she were to tell Mo Zhi the truth at this time, could she handle it?
Human emotions are indeed complex.