Zhao Zun nodded, "Mother, the mountain paths are difficult to traverse, so I have ordered people to build that area of the mountain into a cemetery, allowing the brothers to rest in peace there. Once the cemetery is completed, I will accompany you to pay respects."
The old lady looked at her son with concern, "Good, good, I must personally go to offer incense to them and thank them."
At this moment, the old lady seemed to remember something and turned to bow towards Han Lei.
"Lei'er, I know that it was thanks to you this time that Zun could return safely. I thank you for saving his life."
Seeing this, Han Lei quickly supported the old lady and anxiously said, "Auntie, why are you doing this? You are embarrassing the younger generation."
However, the old lady insisted on bowing, and Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but interject.
"Mother, you don't need to keep thanking her! Han Lei and my brother are soon to be married. We are all one family, so no need to be so formal."
