Lu Qiancheng chuckled at himself in self-mockery, his face still carrying baby fat betrayed a gravity not fitting his age, but all of this quickly vanished beneath the surface.
Ji Zimo was completely oblivious, still treating him as if he were the gullible little child he once was.
Lu Qiancheng only pretended to go along with her charade for the time being, but after a while, he couldn't stand it anymore and found an excuse to distance himself from her.
"Mom, I haven't finished my homework yet, I need to go and do it now," he said.
"Oh, okay, Qiancheng is really diligent. Then go ahead and do your homework," she replied.
Ji Zimo patted his shoulder, looking the picture of encouragement and satisfaction.
She was utterly unaware that if Ji Zimo truly cared about herself, she wouldn't have gone off to do homework at such a pivotal moment in their mother-son time together.