The aristocratic lady looked at Zhao Chi, her beautiful eyes filled with disgust, as if just glancing at Zhao Chi would injure her eyes, and said icily, "Did you hear what my son said? You actually dared to hit my son? Don't you think you should say something? At the very least, you should apologize to my son, right?"
Yet Zhao Chi, as if he hadn't heard the aristocratic lady's words, stared straight at her, unable to believe that this woman could possibly be Li Qingwei's mother! If she hadn't mentioned it, Zhao Chi would have thought she was Li Qingwei's older sister!
Because this woman looked incredibly young and beautiful, and not at all like someone who could have a grown son like Li Qingwei.
