After chatting and joking with Han Jingjing for a few minutes, Jiang Yue didn't linger and soon left Villa No. 8.
Han's Mother and Han Jingjing saw him to the door and stopped there.
Back inside the villa, Han Jingjing grinned at her mother. "Mom, I thought you were going to grill Jiang Yue all night. You're letting him leave just like that?"
Han's Mother said crossly, "You little brat. The way you put it, you'd think your mother was some kind of tyrant. Am I really that fierce?"
"Oh, who said that? My dearest mother is the kindest person in the world," Han Jingjing said with exaggerated sweetness.
Han's Mother rolled her eyes. "Can't you ever be serious? Are you dying to know what he and I talked about?"
Han Jingjing tilted her head and smiled. "You don't have to tell me. I can guess."
Han's Mother expressed her disbelief. "Were you eavesdropping?"
Han Jingjing pouted. "Do I look like the kind of person who'd do that?"
Han's Mother nodded. "You certainly do."
Han Jingjing didn't bother to explain and kept grinning. "Mom, it's not hard to guess. You adults always think we're kids who don't understand what's on your minds. But we might understand you better than you understand us."
"Is that so?" Han's Mother asked with interest. "Then tell me, what did Jiang Yue and I talk about?"
"You must've had some heartfelt conversation. You set aside your airs as an elder, asked after him, and tried to grow closer. Probably talked about family and everyday things, right?"
Han's Mother was a little surprised. That was exactly how it had gone.
"I know all about Jiang Yue's family situation. Why would I ask him about it?"
"You could talk about our family instead. I refuse to believe