"Uh..."
The old lady glared at her and scolded softly, "Don't talk nonsense!"
At this moment, Mr. Meng, who was sent by Han Lei to Qingshui County the other day, returned.
Mr. Meng was dusty and travel-worn, smiling and greeting the trusted aides he met along the way.
Perhaps it was because Mr. Meng asked about Zhao Zun's whereabouts, the old lady noticed the trusted aides discreetly chuckling behind their hands, then pointed towards Zhao Zun's courtyard.
Mr. Meng nodded, lifted his steps and headed towards Zhao Zun's courtyard, while the few trusted aides behind him burst into laughter.
The old lady, being experienced, instantly understood that those trusted aides were trying to prank the oblivious Mr. Meng, hoping he would interrupt her son's good time.
The old lady rubbed her forehead, feeling frustrated.
She sighed, quickened her pace, and stationed herself by the path outside Zhao Zun's courtyard, where she bellowed softly as Mr. Meng passed by.
"Stop."
