"Scholar Guan, is there something else?" Yang Ruxin's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Xinxin, I'm sorry," Guan Qingshu said with an expression of helplessness, "My mother, she…"
"It's nothing," Yang Ruxin shook her head, "This is just human nature. It's not a fault, but rather a good thing. At least it won't lead to future regret that's beyond remedy…" She laughed a little and said, "So, Scholar Guan, please go back."
"Xinxin?" Guan Qingshu was so clever, he immediately caught the key in Yang Ruxin's words, "What do you mean?"
