Lin Yu looked up and saw that his mother had returned. His eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly stood up to offer her his seat, his face beaming with a flattering, almost exaggerated smile. "Mother is back just in time; perhaps she can put in a good word for me," he thought, feeling as though he had grabbed onto a straw in a shipwreck, filled with anticipation and hope.
Seeing her son give up his seat, Qian Qiuyue gave a slight nod and sat down without the slightest hesitation. Her movements were smooth and natural, as fluid and graceful as flowing clouds and moving water. Every subtle motion was precisely measured, fully displaying her noble bearing. Her posture was dignified, her spine straight, as if she naturally carried a majesty that no one could ignore.
Seeing this, Lin Yu clung to his mother like an obedient little cat, instinctively wrapping his arms around hers like a child seeking shelter. His body curled inward slightly, his eyes brimming with reliance and reassurance.
Chapter 92