Mo Roulan said this only because she had observed Cheng Yang for so many days now. He doesn't speak to anyone. He didn't seem to care about anything around himself.
This kind of behavior was very strange and now today's incident.
According to her, Cheng Yang really needs so help.
But Mrs. Cheng was displeased by her words and said without any expression.
"Miss Mo, my son is not crazy. You don't need to speak in this matter. If you can continue your job, then it's good and if you're not then also it's good. I can always look for so other tutor."
Mo Roulan looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.
Does going to a psychologist an that you're crazy? What kind of ntality is this?
But seeing Mrs. Cheng's face, she knew that there was no benefit in repeating her words. No wonder Cheng Yang had beco like this.
She suddenly felt pity for the young boy.
That night, Mo Roulan searched all over the internet how she could help Cheng Yang.
The next day when she went back to Cheng's Mansion she didn't see Mrs. Cheng in the living room. And she was very thankful for that.
After seeing Mrs. Cheng's attitude yesterday she really doesn't wish to see her today.
She didn't even ask the butler to show her the room and went there by herself.
First, she knocked on the door and then pushed it inside. Inside the room, she found Cheng Yang sitting on a chair just like before.
His wrist was bandaged and a stain of red blood could be seen on the above.
Mo Roulan frowned. It was obvious that it needed to be changed but no one changed it.
"Hello, Cheng Yang."
She behaved with Cheng Yang just like before.
When Cheng Yang raised his head to look at her, she even smiled.
"See this, I bought so new albums. Will you like to hear it ?"
She showed it to him before he could lower his head again but he just glanced at them and then lowered his head again.
Mo Roulan bit her lips contemplating sothing then she took out her phone and played the song she had played that day.
Sure enough, Cheng Yang raised his head this ti and even removed his earphone.
"Cheng Yang, do you not have this song?"
Cheng Yang just looked at her blankly but Mo Roulan sohow understood that he really doesn't have.
"Do you want to share it with you?"
Cheng Yang stared at her for a few monts and then forwarded his phone to her.
Stunned Mo Roulan took a few seconds to take it from his hand. Then she shared the song. She frowned when she saw that the phone doesn't have any internet usage option.
After a few seconds when the file has transferred, she gave the phone back to Cheng Yang with a friendly smile.
He took it silently from her hand and Mo Roulan saw him playing the sa song.
"Do you want to bandage your wrist again?"
She asked him pointing towards his wrist. He just stared at his wrist and didn't say anything. This ti, Mo Roulan took a chance and went out of the room.
She asked the butler to give her the first aid box and with that, she went back to the room.
Back in the room, she held Cheng Yang's wrist carefully and changed the bandage.
Cheng Yang with his ears stuffed with earphones silently stared down at her.
After that, Mo Roulan went out of the room and gave the first aid box back to the butler. Taking the box from her hands, the butler smiled kindly and said
"Miss Mo, please don't mind Madam's words she said yesterday."
When Mo Roulan didn't say anything, the butler sighed and continued.
"Actually, it is not madam's fault. There have been so instances before when a few relatives called Young Master Cheng crazy. Even Young Master's friends called him that when they visited him for the last ti and never ca back again so madam thought that you also ant that."
The butler chuckled.
"You might be thinking that why this old man is blabbering to you about all this. It is because the young master has never allowed anyone to stay inside his room for so long. He only allowed you and madam told that he also spoke to you."
Mo Roulan looked at the butler as she registered everything in her mind.
"This…."
She hesitated and finally asked the butler.
"Can you tell how did he beco like this?"
She knew that Cheng Yang was not like this before. Professor Han had told her but she doesn't know what made him like this.
The butler released a sigh filled with despair.
"After Mr. Cheng's death, Young Master beca like this."
Mo Roulan nodded her head.
So it was because Cheng Yang could not accept his father's death.
And the butler continued.
"Young Master was a genius student before. But in fact, he just wanted to beco a singer and musician like Mr. Cheng."
"Singer and Musician?"
The butler nodded his head proudly.
"Yes, our Master was a very famous singer. Miss Mo must have heard Huixuo na before."
Mo Roulan's eyes widened and she whispered
"Huixuo."
"Hmm.. that's our Master Cheng."
It was the sa singer whose song Mo Roulan had played in front of Cheng Yang. No wonder the young boy wanted to hear it again and again.
After talking to the butler for a few more minutes, she went back to Cheng Yang's room. Looking at the silent boy, Mo Roulan's heart was suddenly filled with sadness.
At this mont, she was again determined to help Cheng Yang. At least she would try her best.
So she took out her phone and searched for sothing. When she finally found what she was searching for, she bit her lips in hesitation for a few seconds and then finally stepped forward.
Then she put the phone in front of him and said
"Cheng Yang, do you want to go here with ?"
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