It was Jiang Shu who had returned.
Su Luo's spirits lifted, while Princess Pingning subconsciously recoiled slightly.
Despite the maternal façade she put up in front of Jiang Shu, she was actually deeply fearful of her son.
Because beneath his sickly exterior lay a ruthless nature.
Otherwise, Jiang Shu wouldn't have been able to thrive in the residence as he does.
Jiang Shu used a crisp white handkerchief to wipe the corner of his lips, speaking lightly, "The autumn air is dry. Mother, your inner fire seems to have flared up more than before, are you planning to seek solace from the heat in my bamboo garden?"
Although his tone was casual, the displeasure was evident.
Look at this!
Princess Pingning was secretly annoyed. This Jiang Shu certainly thought she came to bother Su Luo. He didn't distinguish right from wrong, always taking sides unfairly.
What's the use of having such a son?
