Thinking of these matters, Pei Yunshu's expression grew increasingly worried. Seeing this, Pei Yunmeng sighed and closed the teacup lid, "Sister, why do you always think the worst? Think about it the other way around. Yan Xu has a deep-seated affection for our mother; I am her son. To him, seeing me is like meeting an old friend. Maybe on account of the old affection, he might even help me."
Pei Yunshu glared at him, "That was so many years ago. Mother is already married with children. He is still pining for a married woman; do you think this is some storybook? Where in the world is there such a foolishly devoted man?"