Shen Qing's face was expressionless, and she had no desire to respond to Song Xingzhi.
'I've known that for ages. As if I needed him to tell me.'
'Her precious son was maturing so quickly in every other way, so why was he still so hopelessly dense and tactless with girls, as if he hadn't changed in centuries?'
Sima Yu's face and eyes flushed red with anger at Yu Zihan calling her a "troublemaker." Just as she was about to stomp her foot in protest, she caught sight of Shen Qing, who had been watching from the sidelines. The sense of being wronged she felt in her heart suddenly burst forth, and she trotted over to Shen Qing's side. "Ma'am!"
Shen Qing cleared her throat and patted the young lady who had been hurt by her dense son. "You handled that very well just now."
Upon hearing this, Sima Yu's eyes lit up, and she felt some of the anger in her heart begin to fade.
'Ma'am really is the best.'
