“Alright, alright. Thank you, Master Zayn.” Hana was extremely grateful, but she did not go overboard with her mannerism. Since the very beginning, Hana had never appeared to be fawning over Zayn or anything like such. When Zayn was leaving Hana’s house in his car, he thought to himself that no matter how he looked at it, Tessa’s mother seemed to be a woman who behaved with propriety and had self-restraint. She was not at all like the unbearable woman that Tessa’s father had described her to be.