บท 48: Chapter 47: You Can't Imagine My Happiness

Three hours of arduous journey.

Finally, home.

Zhao Yi got out of the car downstairs and, after sending the driver away, turned around and cheerfully greeted his neighbor Aunt Li.

Aunt Li was putting away the quilts that had been airing outside.

Seeing Zhao Yi get out of the car, she curiously asked, "Who was that?"

"A friend!"

Zhao Yi brushed it off and went upstairs.

He got home and knocked on the door.

Liu Jing opened it and immediately asked with concern, "How did it go? Are you done with the event? You must be tired. Come, sit on the couch, and I'll get you a glass of water."

"Mom, I can get it myself," Zhao Yi said, but didn't move.

This is a mother and her son.

Even a decade later, when his mom was unsteady on her feet, he'd still sit there peacefully and wait for her to bring him water.

It wasn't that he was disrespectful; on the contrary, it was a way of being filial.