"Mom...who does this?" Mo Zichen questioned quietly.
Qian Lan's face immediately turned red...
"Auntie, you decide."
"You see that?" Tangning nodded with satisfaction as she looked at her son. "Stop coming home and telling me that you want to get married. You need to actually do it."
"Mom..."
"Fine, I won't tease you anymore. Step out for a bit, I want to chat to Qian Lan on my own," Tangning said as she pointed to the door with her chin.
"Mom..."
"Go out, Auntie won't eat me up," Qian Lan shooed. "Auntie and I need to have a private chat."
Mo Zichen did not say another word as he nodded his head and turned to leave.
After he left, Tangning stood up and closed the room door. She then sat down on the sofa and turned to talk to Qian Lan. Of course, her expression wasn't as casual as before.
"Qian Lan..."
"Auntie, please speak."
