At the dinner table, Mother Han's gaze on Xia Liang was one of a mother-in-law finding more to like about her son-in-law with every glance. She frequently had Han Mengyu serve Xia Liang more food.
At seven in the evening, after dinner was finished, Xia Liang stood up to take his leave. Mother Han knew that although his company was in Qingyun City, his home was here, so she didn't insist he stay.
"Mengyu, dear, see Xia Liang off," she said.
Han Mengyu nodded, ready to escort Xia Liang out, but he politely declined.
"There's no need, Auntie. I can see myself out. If Mengyu walks me down, even just to the first floor, I won't feel at ease about her coming back up alone at night. I'd only have to walk her back."
Hearing Xia Liang's considerate words, Mother Han was even more pleased. Handsome, wealthy, and so composed. He completely lacks the impulsive nature of a typical man in his twenties.
