Without any plans in the afternoon, Lou Cheng went home early. He happily chatted with Yan Zheke on his cellphone as he nestled in the sofa, watching variety shows.
His mother was not home even when night fell. The dinner Lou Cheng had anticipated for a long time could only exist in his imagination.
"Mom, where are you?" The "leftover" child took the initiative to call his mother.
Qi Fang was confused. "Haven't I told you?"
"No… " Lou Cheng was even more confused.
Qi Fang laughed in embarrassment. "Oh, you spend so much time away from home while studying that I got used to it."
"What are you used to? Living without me, your son?" Lou Cheng hid his face in hands and sighed helplessly.