Nanrong Wanqing answered, then secretly shot a look at Ling Chen. He got the hint, stepped forward to follow behind Nanrong Wanqing, and went upstairs together with her. Once in the room, Ling Chen spread his arms and wrapped Nanrong Wanqing's delicate body from behind, pressing his face to the back of her neck. Breathing in her faint body fragrance, he teased, "You brought me here, don't tell me you're planning to get a little cozy with me?"
Nanrong Wanqing's face flushed red, and she scolded, "Can't you be serious for once? I asked you here because I have something important to tell you."
Something important? Ling Chen let go, turned Nanrong Wanqing around, looked at her stunning face, and asked, "What's so important?"
Nanrong Wanqing said with a distressed expression, "I don't know what's gotten into my mom lately, she keeps dragging me along to visit her old friends' houses."
"What's wrong with visiting friends? Isn't that normal?" Ling Chen asked, puzzled.
