"Who told you, I have a problem?" Lu Feng asked.
"No one but I can understand my darling well," Jiang Yang replied, and Lu Feng just smiled.
Seeing Lu Feng not reacting to his 'darling' word, Jiang Yang asked, "Nowadays you say nothing even if I call you a darling."
"If I say something, does it make any difference and can it stop you?"
"No, it can't. Once a darling, always a darling." Saying, Jiang Yang put forward his glass and Lu Feng clinked his glass with his.
"Now tell me," Jiang Yang said.
"It's my mother," Lu Feng replied, having a sip and swirling the liquor in his glass.
"Hmm!" Jiang Yang didn't know what to ask him further.
