Huangfu Jue stood up straight and spoke formally.
"Mom, I'm sorry, now is not the time."
That's right!
The woman before him was none other than Huangfu Jue's mother, the queen of this country—Leng Xiaoye.
Huangfu Jue understood his mother just as she understood him.
He knew very well that disguising anything in front of his mother was utterly pointless; she would inevitably see through his actions. Probably before he even disembarked from the plane, she had already received the news.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have called him at the estate immediately after his plane landed.
"As I suspected," Leng Xiaoye's face showed not the slightest surprise as she watched her son. Concern and a reminder shimmered in her eyes, "I can wait, but as you know, some people do not have that patience."
"I know."
"So..." Leng Xiaoye crossed her arms, "when can I meet my grandson?"
At the word "grandson," Huangfu Jue's eyebrows twitched.
"Did Xiaoqi tell you?"
