Although Meng Yao spent quite a bit of effort, Zhao Dahe finally understood that his mother had nothing to do with the County Magistrate.
As for Zi'an, why this boy insisted on recognizing her as his mother, he couldn't figure it out.
Zhao Dahe chuckled awkwardly, "This misunderstanding really got out of hand. It's all that boy's fault. Mother, don't be angry."
"Now you're not calling him your brother affectionately anymore?" Meng Yao rolled her eyes.
"It's not impossible. After all, he is the son of the County Magistrate. The County Magistrate seems like a decent person. With this boy as a mediator, building a good relationship would be beneficial for us," Zhao Dahe said.
It wasn't that he was flattering, but the opportunity was right in front of him, and it would be foolish not to seize it.
It wasn't as if they were the ones clinging on for kinship; it was Zi'an who wouldn't let go of them.
