"No wonder I haven't seen you for so many days."
Madam Hua stared fixedly at Hua Jian, taking in everything from his gold-rimmed glasses to his white T-shirt, which revealed his exquisite collarbones, and the black trousers that accentuated his long legs.
The young man was vibrant and youthful, his beautiful face stunning even to Madam Hua.
But anger and the panic of losing control quickly surged through Madam Hua.
His face, his clothes, even the faint displeasure in his expression-
Every last detail grated on Madam Hua's nerves.
"I never imagined you could be so cheap. Is following a man abroad the reason you haven't come home all this time during your break?"
"What were you doing? Working as a male escort?"
"Hua Jian, have you no shame? You little wh-"
Hua Jian cut her off sharply. "Madam Hua."
Madam Hua jolted, a momentary look of bewilderment and disbelief crossing her face.
What had he called her?
"This is a public place, with travelers coming and going," Hua Jian said. "Must you make a scene here, Madam Hua?"
Madam Hua: "You little bastard! You won't even call me Mom anymore!"
Madam Hua pointed a finger at Hua Jian, her face livid.
Bo Lin had not wanted to interrupt the conversation between mother and son.
But Madam Hua had gone too far.
His gaze grew cold as he spoke. "You should watch what you say, Madam Hua. Hua Jian and I happened to meet abroad, so we came home together. A male escort? What exactly do you take me, Bo Lin, for?"
Madam Hua turned impatiently toward Bo Lin. Once she got a clear look at him, her face went deathly pale.
Bo Lin?
The man at the helm of the Bo Group?
How was that possible?
*How could that