As for Ran Qing, perhaps because she had worried too much about her son for ten years, she appeared more haggard than ordinary women.
But fortunately, Ran Qing still practiced martial arts regularly, so she was in good spirits.
Feeling the gray hair at his mother's temples, Xia Hen felt very guilty.
Ran Qing grabbed his hand with a smile that showed her teeth but not her eyes: "If you really care for your mother, you mustn't leave again in the future."
"Yes, mother, I won't leave."
Anyway, I've had enough of the drinks outside, and since I'm this old now, if I want to drink more, Ran Qing won't stop me. Whether it's drinking in the Capital city or somewhere else, isn't it all the same?
However, upon hearing Ran Qing's next words, Xia Hen almost wanted to bite off his own tongue.
He agreed too quickly and trapped himself!
