The woman before him was indeed the mother who gave birth to him and raised him.
However, at this moment, Zhang Honglei was more concerned about his own face.
In his heart, there was nothing more important than face.
After all, he had worked so hard for so long to maintain the image of a rich young master.
It couldn't be ruined no matter what.
As long as his mother hadn't yet revealed she was his mother, there was still time.
Then he stood up with considerable presence.
"Let's talk outside."
That demeanor, as if talking to a stranger, made Wu Qingxian's heart uncomfortably sour.
Nevertheless, she stepped outside the classroom.
After Zhang Honglei came out, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, nobody discovered she was his mother.
"Mom, where's the money?"
No sooner had he come out than Zhang Honglei was asking about money, completely unconcerned and indifferent to questions like whether his mom felt hot or why she had come here.
"Here you go."