"Son, what are you thinking about?" Mother Ji noticed his son falling into a trance and asked curiously.
"Nothing," he coldly replied.
"Is that so? Why do I feel that there is something? Tell mom honestly; do you remember Old Ji's daughter?" She grinned at his son. The gossipy look on her face was totally unlike what a mother should have when looking at her son.
"Don't remember," he once more calmly gave this reply with furrowed brows.
At this response, she started introducing the girl to him.
"Son, don't you remember? It's that plump little girl of the Ji family! She always clung to you when she was a child, but, for some reason, she eventually stopped coming over to our house!"
Mother Ji obviously had an impression of this youngest daughter of the Ji family and was not at all repulsed by her.
"No impression." Ji Ziming calmly regarded his father and then said, "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave now."
