With her fingers reaching out, Su Bei patted on the back of Lu Heting's hand and said, "Auntie, this is my husband."
Lu Heting was mollified by Su Bei's words. His breath became gentle and there was an unconscious smile on the corner of his mouth.
Mrs. Du was surprised.
"What do you mean, Su Bei?" Mrs. Du didn't believe that Su Bei had already gotten married, or that she didn't believe that Su Bei felt no longing for her son.
Su Bei smiled. "Auntie, I don't want to repeat myself. I'm speaking the language of S Country. I think you can understand,"
Su Bei tried to be polite, but she didn't want to talk so formally.
Mrs. Du looked at Lu Heting up and down. This man, in terms of height and temperament, could not be ignored, maybe even a little better than her son.
However, in terms of ability and family background, he might not be like his son.
No wonder Su Bei liked him, and no wonder Su Bei could only find a man like him.
