"Mother, this is a letter written to you by Uncle Yǔmò.",Feng Lingxi's gaze unconsciously drifted down, Lu Nian's face stiffened. Looking at Feng Lingxi's eyes fixed on him, he hurriedly asked, "What kind of look is that I...","I'm perfectly fine, I just don't want that little blade of grass. It's like anyone and everyone is trying to shove it on me..."。