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In the corner of the restaurant.

The atmosphere at the dining table was a little solid. Zhang Wanning's fair arms were resting on the dining table, holding her cute little face in her hands and not knowing what she was thinking. Chen Zhou quietly put his hands on his thighs, sitting opposite, and could see children playing and playing through the window.

Chen Zhou sat on his seat and saw Zhang Wan Ning dumbly silent, sometimes smiling and sometimes frowning, so he took the lead and asked weakly: "Ning Ning, I'm just a little curious."

The young man's clean and clear voice reached his ears. Zhang Wanning came back to his senses, put away one hand, looked at Chen Zhou with a smile on his face, straightened his thoughts, and said half-truthfully.

"My mother didn't let me make friends in high school or have contact with the opposite sex, so I looked like I was just sitting in the orientation shed in front of strangers. But now that I'm in college, my mother has a lot less control. Plus, since I live on campus, she can't control me. It's normal for me to be with my friends in private."

"Hehe, but the most important thing is! I just saw you so happy!

After all, I really didn’t expect you to come to our school. Did I scare you just now?"

Ning Ning's explanation suddenly made Chen Zhou realize. He had vaguely known some of the pressure Ning Ning's mother put on them in life, but only when the other party took the initiative to ask, he would quietly listen to the other party's talk and then comfort the other party. He would not ask more questions about other things, so he had always felt that Ning Ning was the same talkative person in reality as he was online.

This was the first time he knew from her that his mother was so controlling and even wanted to control her life.

Hey, I don’t know how Ning Ning can still be so lively and cute in such an atmosphere.

Ning Ning, you are amazing!

So he spoke:

"No, you are very cute, exactly as I imagined!"

Zhang Wanning was very happy. Speaking of family, she couldn't help but be a little curious about Chen Zhou coming alone today. After all, most college students have their parents come to see him off, so she mentioned it.

"Zhouzhou, why didn't your father come today?"

Chen Zhou paused for a moment, a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes, why didn't dad come?

Maybe his father doesn't care about him.

When he was in his third year of high school, a relatively important stage in the hearts of traditional Chinese people, he was alone in an empty home. Only Ningning was willing to listen to him talk about the trivial matters of life and some of his own sufferings.

"Zhouzhou, are you home alone?"

"Yes, my dad is still at work, and I am the only one at home."

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