Lu Zijia: "…" This unlucky dumbass had a vivid imagination.
Fang Yueqiu and Song Zhuohai: "…"
Seeing that her son seemed to be furious, Fang Yueqiu suddenly felt a bit guilty. "Bastard, what are you talking about? Of course, you're my son.
"Also, if you have nothing to do with her, you should explain. How would I know if you don't explain? Seriously, you brat, you make me worry."
Song Zixuan, who thought he was even more aggrieved than Dou'e: "…"
He had been trying to explain just then, but his mother interrupted him again and again.
He must say that she was truly an awesome mother!
"Ah, you brat, aren't you going to explain? Hurry up and explain!"
After waiting for a while and seeing that her son still didn't say anything, Fang Yueqiu immediately urged him anxiously.
The corners of Song Zixuan's mouth twitched. He didn't want to explain anymore. Could he surrender?
