Facing the window with the parasol trees, Meng Qingmei watched her son with the ferocity of a tiger or wolf, as if he wanted to swallow Yan Huan whole.
"Look at him, shameless as ever." Ji Shuanglin wanted to cover his face, "It's scandalous!"
"Nonsense. Our son is over thirty! And this is probably his first kiss! Today is definitely a first!" Meng Qingmei rolled her eyes at Meng Shuanglin, "Speaking of which, you're no better than him!"
"How did this become about me?" Ji Shuanglin said, smiling wryly, "Stop looking, it's better if you think of how to explain to Xia Lin later."
Meng Qingmei glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about that. I'll personally talk to Xia Lin when the time comes. Even if she scolds, I'll take it. Let me be the villain."
The elderly couple whispered by the window, suddenly hearing cheers from downstairs.
"Ji Chuan, you're really something!"
