Jia said nothing.
"Isn't it a wonderful day, Dr. Ming?" Mingshen chuckled. "How are you OUTSIDE when you are supposed to be working?"
Jia narrowed her eyes.
Yang Bingqing hit her son's arm and shot daggers at him. Her face was livid with anger.
Mingshen gave her a carefree glance. "You are getting old, Mom. You shouldn't be angry at this age and raise your blood pressure. Your beautiful face will get ugly and wrinkly. How will you attend the useless socialites' parties then? Don't come to me asking for anti-aging creams later on."
Jia widened her eyes. She finally turned to face him.
Does he talk to her like that?
Yang Bingqing trembled and gritted her teeth. "Who is one raising my blood pressure!?"
Even the guards jolted in fear.
Damn, Madam Yang is furious! This will be the start of another war between the mother and son!
Mingshen yawned. "Definitely not me."
"Yes, it's you! Mingshen!" She exclaimed. "Do you know why I am angry at you!?"
