Mother Zhao's face turned red. She knew that her son was interested in Han Ruochen, but there was no reason for him to be this eager. The flesh on her face trembled a little, and she could not help but glare at her son. This idiot. Why was he yelling at the top of his lungs as if he were still in the army doing a march? The shout was so loud and deafening that even her ears were ringing.
However, she couldn't scold her son, especially not in the current situation. Sucking in a breath, she nodded and remarked in a sort of offhand voice, "You are right. Ruochen, go with Mingzhu. It's quite late, and it's not safe for a beautiful woman like you to go out alone at such an hour. Let him accompany you."
"That's not necessary—"
