Danger

Luo Ying clenched Bian Su's hand and pulled Lu Zhao alongside. The three of them dashed towards the door.

Xiao Ting's car was already waiting outside. Upon seeing them emerge, he promptly opened the car door.

The car sped towards the Lu estate.

Lu Zhao gazed at the worn-out Bian Su. A pang of bitterness welled within him.

He incessantly rubbed her calloused hands and murmured, "Mom, you've suffered so much in these past few years."

Bian Su gently shook her head and looked at Luo Ying. "Miss, you must be my son's wife."

Luo Ying hadn't quite gotten used to being called his "wife". She smiled and nodded.

Lu Zhao's mother truly emanated gentleness and elegance. Even in ragged clothing, her noble demeanor remained undiminished.

Bian Su nodded gratefully and said, "Though I haven't been by Lu Zhao's side all these years, I believe he must have been very happy with you."

Luo Ying shyly nodded in agreement.