An Ning nodded. "It's good that you know your mistake, hurry up and correct it."
Yu Ziqian also agreed seriously. "Mom, I promise I will study hard."
An Ning felt so relieved she was about to cry. It's really not easy to reason with a child. "Good, studying hard makes you a good child."
"Okay, okay. I aim to work with PhD students, and write their dissertations."
An Ning was stunned after hearing this, almost falling to the ground.
...
An Jiancheng opened the room door and entered, startled to see a stranger at home. "You... who are you, who let you in?"
Mo Ang turned his head and glanced at his father-in-law. "I'm Mo Ang, a friend of An Ning's, hello uncle."
Completely shocked, An Jiancheng retracted his hand suspended in mid-air. "Wait, what kind of friend are you to her?"
"Boyfriend," Mo Ang replied bluntly.
An Jiancheng gave Mo Ang a contemptuous look. "Where's An Ning?"
Mo Ang pointed in the direction of the room. "Inside."
