Cunning Villain?

This surprised Jian Wushuang greatly. In his impression, Gong Miaoyi was not someone who would bow her head, yet her son had such a different character.

He really wondered who the child's father was and how good his personality had to be to raise such a son.

Jian Wushuang looked at the other person and smiled faintly, "No need to be nervous. I was an old acquaintance of your mother. I didn't expect her to... sigh!"

He couldn't help but sigh as he spoke.

"Mother..." Gong Ming took a deep breath, recalling what his mother had told him before. He wasn't sure whether to say it or not, but he could feel that Jian Wushuang had no malice toward him.

However, what his mother said before her death was very different from what he saw now.

Because before his mother fell, she had explained that in the future, if there was trouble, he could seek help from Jian Wushuang, but it depended on Jian Wushuang's temperament at the time.