Qian Huan pondered for a moment, carefully remembering his mother's words, and replied:
"Mom, I understand what you mean, I will push Feng Mu to the front just like I trust my own extended limbs.
He is my shield, protecting me from overt and covert attacks; he is my sharp sword, clearing obstacles in my path."
Seeing her son finally understand, Li Hanyu's tense expression slightly relaxed.
However, before that trace of relief even reached her eyes, she seemed to think of something again, her face turned gloomy once more, and her voice lowered, emitting an eerie chill as she continued:
"You must be on high alert against one person, but remember, on the surface, you must show him the greatest trust and kindness.
Treat him just like Feng Mu, or even more 'intimately,' so he feels you have no reservations toward him!"
Qian Huan was caught off guard by his mother's sudden sinister tone and starkly different instructions, his pupils constricting, full of shock and doubt:
