Yan Jinyue recalled the phone call he had just taken, hesitation showing on his face. He debated whether to tell Ji Hanxing.
Ji Hanxing raised a brow, noticing Yan Jinyue's hesitation. "Is there something you want to say?"
Since Ji Hanxing had asked, Yan Jinyue told him.
"When I went downstairs just now, I also took a call."
He paused after saying that. Ji Hanxing was puzzled. And?
Watching Ji Hanxing's expression, Yan Jinyue said softly, "It was my mother."
Ji Hanxing nodded at first, then froze. "Who?"
Yan Jinyue said, "My mother called."
"She wants to invite you over to my house for dinner tonight."
"What? Dinner at your house?"
Ji Hanxing's eyes widened in surprise as he wondered to himself why Yan Jinyue's mother would suddenly invite him to the Yan Family home for dinner.
Yan Jinyue's mother knows about me?
She even knows I'm with Yan Jinyue right now?
Could she... know about my relationship with Yan Jinyue?
The more Ji Hanxing thought about it, the more panicked he became. Endless unease filled his heart, like a startled little bird frantically beating its wings, searching for a safe haven.
He looked at Yan Jinyue uneasily, trying to find something reassuring in his eyes.
Yan Jinyue seemed to see through Ji Hanxing's thoughts and notice his unease. He gently took Ji Hanxing's hand and said tenderly,
"Don't be afraid. My mother is very kind. She won't give you a hard time."
The way he put that...
Does Yan Jinyue's mother really know about our relationship?
"Your mother knows about me, about you and me..."
Ji Hanxing's voice trembled slightly. He was so nervous that he even stammered a little.
Yan Jinyue nodded. "Yes, she knows."
Ji Hanxing's eyes twitched, and his voice rose involuntarily. "You told her yourself?"