"So, this is your mother?"
Location, Juxia Building main hall.
At a four-seat table in the corner, Chen Yang introduced his mother to Xia Yu while covering his face.
"Indeed, it's my mother..."
Chen Yang was very reluctant, but could only admit it with a heavy heart.
The two plates that held food on the table were already empty, and the two bowls of rice, untouched and now cold.
Hmm, a friend's mother?
In book format or avi video format...
Xia Yu's mouth twitched as he glanced at Lin Qingfeng, who was sitting opposite. Due to her previous indulgence, her makeup was ruined, and one button on her qipao collar was undone, revealing a glimpse of white skin with visible sweat marks.
He shook his head to dispel the unnecessary fantasies.
Pointing at the two untouched bowls of rice on the table, Xia Yu said with amusement, "Is the rice so bad that you can't even take a bite?"
Lin Qingfeng looked at him with interest, her gaze appreciative.
