Ten minutes have passed, it's likely, things are looking grim.
Xing Chen clenched his jaw, took a deep breath, and called Ping'an over, "Take my mother inside."
"Young master..." Ping'an hesitated. He knew the young master must be feeling terrible right now. It was better with the old lady here, but if even she was not by his side, who knows if the young master might do something foolish!
Upon hearing her son wanting to send her away, Xiahou Xiu Yun tightened her grip even more, "I'm not leaving! Chen'er, if something happens to you, I won't live either!"
Xiahou Xiu Yun wasn't threatening, she meant it. She only had this one son; she absolutely wouldn't watch him walk to his death with her eyes wide open!
Hearing this, Xing Chen finally turned his head and looked at his mother with a somewhat wooden expression. His voice was indifferent and lifeless, "Mom, you go back first. I won't do anything foolish."
"But..." Xiahou Xiu Yun was still unwilling to leave.
