"Little Mo, no wonder you're so dead set on following her. I used to think you were under some kind of spell. Looking at it now, Ning Xuan really is outstanding. You have good taste." Lin Yuzhi looked at the son she had always held such high hopes for, a satisfied expression in her eyes.
"Thank you for your approval, Mother. Did you call me here today for a specific reason?" All Lin Mo wanted was to go back and be close to Ning Xuan, so he didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.
"Once a son is grown, his mother can't hold on to him. Just look at you, so utterly distracted. Can you not bear to be away from her for even a moment?" Lin Yuzhi glanced at her son's lovesick state and mentally rolled her eyes.
In the past, Lin Mo had been completely focused on the battlefield. She had arranged for several candidates to parade in front of him, but Lin Mo had nearly killed the delicate women, mistaking them for assassins.
