The Couch Potato's Question Mark

Mom?

Who was he calling Mom? Whose mom was she?

They looked at one another, and even the livestream chats fell silent for quite a while before immediately filling with rows of "???" and "!!!" An impressive sight, for a moment.

Back when he was with the Li Family, Li Wenchuan and Liang Meng had not interacted much. No one had ever heard him call her Mom. How could they not read into that sudden cry?

Han Shiye had only come over to say a few words, to persuade Li Wenchuan to turn back before it was too late and stop marketing himself like this. What if he and Jiang Hansheng fell out one day? Things would be hard to clean up.

A grown man stood beneath the warm night sky, looking utterly bewildered—what had he come here for again?

All he lacked was a little question mark floating above his head.

Li Wenchuan did not even have time to pry Fang Yue's hand off his pant leg. He tried to pull his leg free but failed, then scratched his head and looked at the woman in the red dress before him. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back to the country?"

Madam Gu Ranqiu covered her mouth and laughed softly. Her phoenix eyes shifted with endless charm; beside her, He Siyu was, at most, a floral stand. Anyone's gaze would naturally settle on the former.

"If I'd told you, how would we have gotten to see today's excitement?" Her wavy hair cascaded over her chest as she casually swept it aside. Her long fingers, painted with red nail polish, made her snow-white skin stand out even more.

Li Wenchuan said, "No, I think there's been some misunderstanding here."

He pointed at the cameraman nearby. "Miss, I don't