Chapter 566

Though she said so, Feng Jingxin immediately pressed her lips tightly after speaking.

Liu Shen saw this and was about to say something when Feng Jingxin’s phone suddenly rang.

Feng Jingxin glanced at the screen, saw Rong Ci’s name, paused, reached out to answer, then turned her face away.

Liu Shen watched and immediately understood that Feng Jingxin’s unhappiness today was tied to Rong Ci.

Liu Shen had seen how clingy Feng Jingxin had become to Rong Ci lately.

Though she didn’t know what had happened, she felt Feng Jingxin couldn’t bear to let the call go unanswered; she smiled, said nothing, only: “I’ll go downstairs and warm your milk.”

After Liu Shen left, Feng Jingxin stared at the still-ringing phone, knowing if she didn’t answer, the call would hang up automatically.

She turned her gaze back and extended her hand.

Just then, the call ended on its own.

Feng Jingxin’s heart lurched in panic; she stared at the phone, hesitated, then couldn’t help picking it up.

She waited a while, but Rong Ci didn’t call back.

Feng Jingxin pouted, hugging the phone, then after a moment, dialed Rong Ci again herself.

The call was answered quickly: “Xinxin, done with your bath?”

“Mm.” Rong Ci had answered, but Feng Jingxin’s mood remained low; her voice carried a hint of sadness, yet she still asked: “Mom, why did you only call once and not again?”

If I hadn’t answered, would you have just stopped calling me today?

“I thought you were bathing, so I waited a bit to call after you finished.” Rong Ci spoke, puzzled, “What’s wrong? Why ask that?”

Hearing Rong Ci say that, Feng Jingxin’s mood lifted slightly. “Nothing.”

Rong Ci, hearing this, didn’t press further, and told Feng Jingxin the reason for her call: “Your great-grandmother’s friend just brought a lot of local specialties from home; we’ll make some tasty dishes soon. Do you want some, Xinxin?”

Feng Jingxin’s mood was still low, and she didn’t really want to go—but the word was already on her lips, and she regretted it instantly: “Yes.”

Rong Ci: “Good. Should I have someone pick you up?”

Feng Jingxin pressed her lips, unable to help saying: “Can’t Mom come pick me up herself?”

Feng Jingxin’s tone today was low, her mood clearly off—Rong Ci sensed it vaguely.

She paused, then said: “Alright. Mom will come get you.”

Hearing Rong Ci say that, Feng Jingxin’s mood finally improved.

Feng Jingxin waited over half an hour at home before Rong Ci arrived.

When she got there, Feng Tingshen had just come home; seeing her, he paused, then asked: “Back?”

Feng Jingxin had just packed a few things and come downstairs: “Mom’s here?”

Feng Tingshen looked at Feng Jingxin’s backpack, then at Rong Ci, who showed no sign of going upstairs—he realized she had come to pick up Feng Jingxin.

Rong Ci didn’t speak much to Feng Tingshen, only said to Feng Jingxin: “Let’s go.”

Feng Jingxin looked at Feng Tingshen and asked: “Aren’t you coming with us, Dad?”

Though Feng Tingshen still didn’t understand why Rong Ci had suddenly returned late at night to take Feng Jingxin away, he saw her expression held no sorrow; he turned his head and said to Feng Jingxin: “Dad has a video meeting soon—I won’t be coming.”