"Auntie, it's the least I could do," Teacher Zheng said, somewhat embarrassed.
Iron Hand held his mother's hand, patted it reassuringly, then thanked Teacher Zheng again before shoving his mother's deliberately provoked topic toward Ai Lun.
"Little Ai, find a nearby hotel and take Teacher Zheng there to settle in. It's too hard to travel all this way, and driving overnight isn't safe. Come back to Shimen tomorrow morning."
It must be said, a strong general has no weak soldiers.
Although Iron Hand's manner of speaking was serious and rigid, he didn't leave any room for doubt, not even a drop of water could be poured in. Although he sounded polite and thoughtful, his words clearly distinguished the closeness and distance, conveying his intentions unambiguously.
It was evident that Teacher Zheng had a bit of a crush on Iron Hand.
But as an intellectual, she wouldn't fail to see the hints.
