Zhao Minghua didn't really understand the affairs of the Xiao family, but he truly got to see the main person of interest.
As soon as he got home, he ran into his mother's courtyard.
"Your son greets his mother."
"Oh, has the sun risen in the west today?" Mrs. Zhao glanced at the nearly setting sun: "The place where it sets isn't the east, right?"
"Mother, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean? You, busy person, how do you have time to come here? Tell me, have you offended your big brother, or have you been beaten by your father?"
How could he voluntarily come to pay respects unless he was seeking refuge?
Besides, who in the family's adored son comes to the main courtyard to pay respects as it gets dark?
"No, seriously?" Zhao Minghua embarrassedly touched his nose, motioning for the maids and servant girls to leave.
As soon as the servants left, Mrs. Zhao sighed.
"Speak, what trouble have you caused this time?"
For no reason, why would he seek her help?
