Seeing her sigh, Han Jingchen and Pei Manning couldn't help but look at each other. How come the person who was so energetic just now suddenly looked listless?

Pick up the fish with chopsticks and taste it. No problem!

After lunch, the old lady was listless for half the afternoon, and sighed for half the afternoon. Both of them were a little confused. What was going on with Han's mother?

Especially Han Jingchen, his mother suddenly stopped actively pursuing him, but instead made him suspicious. Did his mother figure it out so quickly?

Is this still the comrade Mulan who will never give up until he achieves his goal?

That afternoon Pei Manning went to the post office and sent the drawings she had made during this period to the Shanghai Publishing House.

"Fourth brother, you can also go to the post office and call your father and tell him that I have arrived and tell him not to worry." Han's mother instructed Han Jingchen.

Han Jingchen narrowed his dark eyes, looked at his mother in disbelief, and said in a serious tone: "Mom, you didn't come to Nanjing secretly, did you?"

Han Tigress sulked: "Who said that? I left a note for your dad!"

Han Jingchen didn't come back for the Chinese New Year, and he didn't come back after that. She was always a little worried, so she asked Han, but Han just said that he went to Shanghai to carry out a mission and told her not to worry. How could she not worry? Han Jingchen had been seriously injured once before, and the father and son had worked together to hide it from her.

People have already come to this point, what else can he do?

Han Jingchen rubbed his brows with a headache: "Okay, I know, I will call Comrade Han."

Mother Han said, "Go ahead, and remember to say something good for Mom."

As they walked, neither of them spoke. Pei Manning couldn't help but steal a glance at Han Jingchen.

How sensitive is Han Jingchen? He immediately noticed her gaze.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Comrade Han, the way you and your mother get along... is very special." Pei Manning was a little envious. She could feel that Han Jingchen had a very good relationship with his parents, and his parents must be very loving.

Otherwise, Han's mother wouldn't still retain some of her true nature and playfulness.

Han's mother has a cheerful and carefree personality. Perhaps because she lives a very happy life, she always has a smile on her face. Unlike her mother, who is beautiful but always has a bit of worry and sadness between her brows, and even her smile is bitter.

What makes them so different?

It's not just about experience, but also about character. If her mother had been like Han's mother, with a more unbridled personality and the support of the generals, she would not have divorced. There were many couples who divorced in the Zhou Dynasty, but her mother always wronged herself, making herself dignified, virtuous, generous, and patient...

Han Jingchen said: "Don't take what your mother said to heart. She means what she wants."

Pei Manning nodded and looked at him: "Don't worry, Comrade Han, I won't think too much about it."

Han Jingchen glanced at her and saw that her eyes were as calm as water, without any shyness of a young girl. Usually, young girls would blush a little when others mentioned their partners or marriage, but Pei Manning did not.

On the contrary, he was inexplicably upset because of his mother's words.

He felt a little frustrated.

Is it possible that his self-control is not as good as that of a little girl?

When they got to the post office, Pei Manning went to mail her drawings first. Because she often came here to mail things, the staff already knew her and said with a smile, "Xiao Pei, are you here to mail something again?"

Pei Manning smiled and said, "Well, I'd better send it to Shanghai."

"Okay, your remittance slip has arrived. I just said I'd send someone to notify you. Is it available now?"

Pei Manning filled out the form and paid the postage as if she were familiar with it. She also received the remittance slips for the two manuscripts, which took a few minutes in total. When she turned around, she saw Han Jingchen making a phone call and had no idea what he was talking about.

She didn't want to go over to listen, so she prepared to wait for him. She just handed the pen to the person in the queue next to her, who screamed in surprise.

"Hey, it's you? You're also sending letters here?"

Pei Manning looked up at the handsome and shy boy in front of her. There was still surprise in her eyes. His face looked familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a moment: "Who are you? Do you know him?"

"Ah? Did you forget? The last time we took the same train, you sat opposite me," the young man shook his head and said embarrassedly, "My name is Song Hongjun."

Pei Manning then had some impression: "I remember." At that time, he and his companions asked her which bus to take to Liuyin Lane.

Moreover, if she remembered correctly, he seemed to be an apprentice in the illustration department of a publishing house in Nanjing?

"Yes, you live around here too?"

Han Jingchen was talking on the phone while paying attention to Pei Manning's movements. When he saw a young man talking to her with a red face, he frowned subconsciously and his expression became stern.

What's wrong with the little boys nowadays? They just casually chat with pretty girls?

He stared at that place with sharp eyes, answered the phone absentmindedly, and said in a deep voice: "I know, I'll persuade Mom to come back in two days."

"Um."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes."

"I will write a report about this matter."

Seeing the two of them chatting like this, Pei Manning narrowed her dark and sharp eyes unkindly. Isn't Pei Manning usually very vigilant? Why is she so enthusiastic about talking to strangers? Isn't she afraid that they have ulterior motives?

"Okay, Dad, I'll hang up first." After saying this, he hung up the phone and walked over.