Yan Qingqing noticed her son standing not far away with an unreadable expression. Not wanting to spoil her friends' fun, she reluctantly got up, saying she needed the bathroom.
She slipped out unobtrusively. Looking at Ye Lan, she beamed and spread her arms.
"Hi~ Son, long time no see."
"Long time no see." Ye Lan hugged her, then straightened and slipped one hand into his pocket, asking casually, "How have you been feeling lately, Mom?"
"Wonderful." Yan Qingqing was all smiles. "The only problem is, I can bear a sack of rice and a gas cylinder, but I can't bear how much I miss you."
So cheesy. He was going to develop an allergy to all this cheese.
Ye Lan complained, "Mom, you're wearing a qipao, and you're still flirting like this? I honestly give up."
"Oh, enough of that. I specifically called you over for something important."
Yan Qingqing expertly ignored her son's complaints, grabbed his arm, and turned his head toward Ye Xunzhi.
"Look at five o'clock. Can you see that little girl clearly?"
A question mark slowly rose above Ye Lan's head. "Yes."
"Good." Yan Qingqing patted her son's shoulder approvingly.
"Go on. Aren't you supposedly the nation's idol or something? I was abroad for a month and didn't keep up with you, so I don't know what you've been doing. But didn't you say you could charm men and women of all ages? Hurry up and win her over with your looks."
"Why would I need to win her over with my looks??"
"Because I like that little girl, of course. And she's so well-informed, I'd gladly appoint her director of the information office."
Yan Qingqing sounded deeply regretful. "Unfortunately, you're eleven years apart, so I won't get in the way of her future. Go on,