Su Qiao chuckled and ruffled his little head. "You little rascal. You act so mature that I thought you weren't six, but sixteen—or even twenty-six."
There goes my hairstyle again.
Xiao Jin patiently and carefully combed his hair back into place.
"That's not called being mature. It's called being smart and grown-up. Got it?"
"Mommy, once we deal with them, let's go back to Grandpa's hometown!"
He had already looked it up online. That country was very peaceful. There were no werewolves or vampires there, so it was safe.
Su Qiao thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure. Actually, I like the lifestyle there better, too."
She didn't know if this foreign country was somehow at odds with her, but people were always causing trouble for her.
She could even end up fighting someone just by walking down the street.
She couldn't stand people who casually insulted Huaxia or acted that way, nor could she tolerate those who bullied women.
Saint Han Academy was huge. It took the mother and son over twenty minutes to finally walk out of the school gates.
A gray Range Rover Evoque was parked by the roadside. The Asian man in his fifties who was smoking beside it quickly stubbed out his cigarette. "Madam, Young Master, are you all right?"
"Uncle Liu, we're fine. Let's go home!"
A few years ago, Su Qiao's health had been poor, and she couldn't drive. Wen Yicheng, a former apprentice of her father's, had helped her find a driver.
Since they were both from Huaxia and already knew each other well, Su Qiao agreed.
Uncle Liu didn't talk much, but he was a good man without any ulterior motives. Su Qiao trusted him, so she paid him more than the going rate.
"Good to hear."
Uncle Liu opened the