The servant nodded her head. "Yes, madam."
She went upstairs and closed the door. Then Mrs. You started to lecture You Xi relentlessly. "Why do I keep asking you about that? Because I care about you. I know you all too well—if it's not because of a race car, then it's a girl. Tell me, why do you never learn? Pretty women are nice, but if you don't have money or power, what woman would have their eyes on you?"
You Xi's ears began to tingle at his mother's words. "But don't I possess both of that? I'm the Young Master of the You family, and I have the Xia family behind me. I was born with Heaven smiling upon me. Besides, that was an accident…"
"Accident? Who was that girl last time? Was it…Yan Qingsi?" The calmness in Mrs. You's expression seemed a little frosty.
She removed her shoes and sat on the bed. She surveyed her surroundings, which was filled with old furnishings and decorations.
