"Don't know," He said blandly.
His demeanor cold as ice, as if he didn't care.
Chen Nan smirked, that's your own mother, alright?
But recalling the Bo family matters and how He and Mrs. Bao always seemed to maintain surface respect, he said nothing more.
Thinking about Mrs. Bao's personality and temper, Chen Nan couldn't help but start to worry for He again.
As he pondered, he saw a middle-aged woman in a turquoise embroidered long dress emerge from an exit not far away, her hair up with a jade hairpin.
Her makeup was exquisite, exuding elegance and grace.
Mrs. Bao was from a scholarly family.
Also studied painting, naturally carrying a gentle scholarly aura.
Though already over fifty, she maintained herself well, looking only in her thirties.
Followed by a nanny and bodyguard.
"Mr. Bao, the lady is out," Chen Nan said.
The man beside him had already stepped forward, facing the middle-aged woman, He's eyes were faint as he politely nodded: "Mother."
