Mahri heard the voice and turned his gaze towards Tan Rou. He glanced at her, and then couldn't look away.
Such a beautiful woman, with long black hair, tender skin, delicate features, and a tall stature. Who was this woman? What was her name? Where did she come from?
Tan Rou did not like the way Mahri was looking at her. Frowning, she said, "Have you had enough?"
Mahri snapped out of it, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile, "What is your name, beautiful young lady?"
"I'm your mother!" Tan Rou said icily.
Mahri got a bit angry, "Do you know who I am? I am a Duke, and you will be in trouble if you offend me."
Tan Rou almost laughed out loud at him. She turned to Samiyi and said, "Initially, I was worried that these two weren't related since one is so tall and the other so short. But judging by their behavior and the way they speak, they are definitely father and son because they speak the same language."