Seeing her mother not far away, Ren Jingshu reigned in her smile and turned to say to Zhao Yun, "You go back first."
Zhao Yun looked at her with concern, "If your mom scolds you, just let it go in one ear and out the other, don't bother with her. If she starts to get physical, just run; you have good stamina and long legs, she won't be able to catch you."
Jingshu's previously heavy heart was lightened by his words.
"Got it."
Only after Zhao Yun had walked away with frequent backward glances did Jingshu approach her mother.
"I really didn't expect you to have fallen this far, getting into such big trouble and still having the leisure to flirt with someone surnamed Zhao!"
Ren's mother began with a sharp and sarcastic tone. Jingshu was ready for this and replied with self-mockery, "Then what would you have me do, beg for forgiveness with my death?"
"How have I raised you from a young age? A girl should know to respect and love herself. Don't you have any sense of shame?"