On one side, Fang Erlan was puzzled. Hadn't he said that it was his mother who made him bring the snacks for his colleagues to eat? Why did she say it was him who wanted to eat them?
"As expected, Mother loves me so much that you're thinking of me all the time."
"You rascal, saying such obvious things. You're my son, if not you, who else would I be thinking of?" Mrs. Yan went on, "It's still the same old flavor. Mother made it with great effort, you better finish it all."
"I know, I know."
"This must be Ms. Fang, right?" Mrs. Yan greeted her with a wide grin.
"Yes, I am. Hello, Auntie."
"Nice to meet you."
Fang Erlan cast a few glances to her. Yan Ge's mother maintained herself exceptionally well. She was not a dancer for nothing indeed, as her figure was in great shape.
Not only that, she had gorgeous looks that Yan Ge had obviously inherited.
