Sun Zhe was helped to his feet, feeling his head buzzing for a moment.
The power of Li Zhenzhu's strike was indeed extraordinary; it was a solid gap in level!
Looking at the lady in a tight black bodysuit, with a hot figure, beautiful appearance, and a cold and glamorous temperament, Sun Zhe was momentarily stunned, then realized this was someone sent by Xia Shiyue.
"Thanks."
"The Young Master need not be so polite."
Sun Zhe rubbed his head and asked, "Where's my mom?"
The corner of the black-clad lady's mouth lifted slightly, her eyes full of disdain, "For such a small scene, there's no need for the Palace Master to show up personally."
She continued, "But don't worry, Young Master, the Palace Master is nearby. She should be having coffee right now."
Sun Zhe's expression changed slightly, secretly sighing that his mother truly had a leisurely spirit.
"How should I address you?"
"You can just call me 'Red Sleeve,' Young Master."
