Seeing his mother actually compare him to that Li fellow, Wan Donglin could only manage a bitter smile. No wonder Mom flew into such a rage, slapping and scolding me. It was all clearly a performance for Yan Xixi, designed to tell her: I've already stood up for you, what more do you want?
Sure enough, Yan Xixi left cheerfully.
"Consider the boutique as compensation. You are not allowed to use this as an excuse to approach her again in the future."
"Xixi isn't greedy."
"Whether she's greedy or not is her business. But she has suffered a great deal because of you. And after being held captive by you for so many days, even a clay figure would have some fight in it."
"Mom, you're overthinking things. Xixi isn't that kind of person; she never meddles."
"She might not meddle, but what about her boyfriend? Is he also not a meddler?"
Wan Donglin's expression changed.
