To be honest, she actually didn't really like her son dating those high‑society socialites and whatnot. She herself didn't have much of a hang‑up about family background; as long as her son could live happily, that was enough.
And besides, those rich young ladies always had way too many little quirks. She even worried she wouldn't be able to serve them properly in the future.
Having more or less guessed her identity, Xia's mom became even more enthusiastic. She set the bowl of sweet egg soup in her hands down on the table; her brows and eyes were filled with a smile…
"I know better than you what kind of person he is—lazy and idle all day, never doing anything proper. You don't need to speak up for him. Don't worry, when he comes back, Auntie will definitely give him a talking‑to. It's cold, you drink this first. Auntie made it especially for you."
Hu Xiaoyan: "…"
