Pushing open the door, the sharp-eyed Xiao Zimo immediately saw someone on the bed.
He couldn’t help but widen his eyes, looking at Bei Yutang with surprise and suspicion.
Bei Yutang coughed lightly. “Um, he’s a friend of Mother’s. He’s injured and needs to recuperate here for a while.”
Xiao Ziming said, “Oh.”
Then he walked forward, looked at the cold-faced man on the bed, and looked up at Bei Yutang.
“Mother, is he the one who was in Mother’s room last night?”
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Bei Yutang froze!
Damn it, didn’t we agree that you didn’t hear anything? Didn’t we agree that you knew nothing?
God, let her smash her head against a block of tofu and die.
Xiao Zimo sensed his mother’s embarrassment and realized that he had said something he shouldn’t have.
“Mother… Mother, actually, I didn’t hear anything.” Xiao Zimo looked at her with his bright, dark eyes, his fair face serious as he spoke.
Bei Yutang looked at his earnest explanation and silently looked up at the sky.
He seemed to have said something wrong again.
“Mother.” Xiao Zimo pouted, looking at her pitifully.
Hearing the little guy’s aggrieved and worried voice, Bei Yutang silently took a deep breath.
With her strong mental fortitude and the thick skin she had cultivated, she looked at him calmly.
“Mo’er, today Mother will teach you a saying.”
Xiao Zimo blinked his bright black eyes, waiting for her.
“That saying is called ‘No three hundred taels of silver buried here.’”
Xiao Zimo was stunned, then his face turned red, realizing that his explanation was worse than not explaining at all.
Bei Yutang reached out and patted his little shoulder, saying earnestly, “Next time you encounter this situation, never make the same mistake again, understand?”
Xiao Zimo nodded obediently.
“Mother, what’s this uncle’s name?” Xiao Zimo asked.
“Uh, that…”
Damn it, what was his name again?!
Uh, it seemed, it seemed she hadn’t had a chance to ask yesterday when that guy collapsed and has been unconscious ever since.
“Wuming1无名, Wúmíng: nameless.”
The name was fine.
“Oh, so it’s Uncle Wuming.”
“Mother might fall into a deep sleep again tomorrow, so you’ll be in charge of taking care of Uncle Wuming. If he wakes up and wants to leave, don’t stop him. Let him go if he wants to. Don’t ask him too many questions about himself.” Bei Yutang instructed.
A person like him must have an extraordinary background.
Some things, some matters, are best left unknown.
Xiao Zimo listened attentively and said, “Mo’er understands.”
“Alright, you can go back now. I’ll take care of him here.”
“Mother, then Mo’er will go back to study.” Xiao Zimo said softly.
Bei Yutang nodded: “Go ahead. If you don’t understand anything, come and ask Mother.”
After Xiao Zimo left, Bei Yutang walked to the bedside, stood beside it, and looked down at him.
“To save you, my image in front of Mo’er is completely ruined. Tell me, did you come here specifically to bring me bad luck?”
Looking at the person with his eyes closed, motionless, Bei Yutang couldn’t help but reach out and pinch his cheek.
The action seemed like venting her anger.
This felt pretty good.
Bei Yutang pinched him again. The feeling was indeed good.
Noticing his eyelids tremble slightly, she immediately withdrew her hand.
Bei Yutang waited for a while, but he didn’t open his eyes, remaining motionless.
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