How to describe what kind of person his mother was, Xu Shulou couldn't say in a short time.
Or perhaps her tumultuous life couldn't be summed up with just a few words.
In any case, she wasn't a good person.
Hearing Lu Jingzhi's conspiracy theory guesses, Xu Shulou shook his head, "The place we're staying now belongs to the Bai family. If my mother wanted to restrict my movements, she would lock me up directly, and not limit me in terms of money and accommodation."
That is to say, as long as he's allowed out, and as long as he wants, the identity of this "young master" is valid.
Lu Jingzhi nodded.
Understood.
In her imagination, Mrs. Bai was the kind of domineering woman who coldly said, "You go, once you're gone, I'll cut off your black card immediately."
Unexpectedly, she still provided various conveniences for her son who was busy wooing her daughter-in-law.
Xu Shulou's expression turned sarcastic, "Don't you think she's a good person?"
