'You're being way too nosy.'
Shen Jiayi was torn between laughter and tears. 'All right. If you really want to go see him, I'll take you tomorrow.'
'That's my good daughter.'
Her mother was very pleased.
Everyone was curious by nature.
Ding Ling had been praised far too extravagantly, both online and offline.
Many renowned writers from newspapers and magazines had practically turned into Ding Ling's personal cheerleaders.
How could her mother, who loved reading newspapers, not be curious?
Wanting to go take a look was only human nature.
Shen Jiayi had thought of this, which was why she agreed.
But seeing her own mother act like this only intensified the strange emotions in Shen Jiayi's heart.
Before she knew it,
her Favorability toward Ding Ling had increased by another point.
The next day.
Shen Jiayi's mother saw Ding Ling with her own eyes at the school gate. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she exclaimed, 'Jiayi, is that your classmate Ding Ling? He's so handsome! He really looks like a prince charming who walked straight out of a fairy tale. He's practically the embodiment of my dream Male God! If your mother were twenty years younger, I'd go after Ding Ling myself.'
She stared at Shen Jiayi with shining eyes and said seriously, 'Jiayi, if your first love is Ding Ling, your mother is very open-minded and absolutely won't object. I'm sure your father would feel the same way after meeting Ding Ling.'
Shen Jiayi's face turned bright red. She lightly patted her mother;
'Mom, what are you saying?'
She glanced around guiltily. Seeing that no one was paying attention to the mother and daughter, and that everyone was looking at Ding Ling instead, she let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, 'I'm going to class.'