C313 I Think Mother Is Very Happy to Hear What You Say

The pressure made Chu Shu unable to breathe. He retracted his gaze and picked up the cup of cold coffee from the table. He raised his head to drink it. The cold and bitter taste was very similar to the feeling he had on the day his mother died.

Thinking of this feeling, Chu Shu raised his head to look at the lighted room on the second floor