Their eyes met—one pair smiling, the other heavy and grave.
In the end, Zhuang Zeyang was the first to look away.
"Miss Kong's concern for Nuannuan doesn't feel like what a dry mother would do."
"Is that so? Then tell me, Minister Zhuang, how should a dry mother treat her dry daughter?" Kong Lizhen shot back.
Ze Yang looked at She and said in a low voice, "You're very much like Nuannuan's mom."
Kong Lizhen showed a hint of surprise on her face. "Really? I look a lot like Mu Yan's mom?"
She said as She touched Her own face. "No way, right? If I really looked like Her mom, your younger brother couldn't possibly fail to recognize me, and your wife didn't recognize me either, did She?"
Ze Yang said nothing. What He meant by "like" wasn't appearance, but aura, and the way She handled things.
"Nuannuan's mom had a nickname. Aside from Her parents, me, and Herself, almost no one knew it."
Kong Lizhen looked at Him, Her expression probing. "What are you trying to say?"
