Ye Anran listened to Yangyang, and her face turned even redder.
Bo Jinyu, however, smiled broadly and teasingly said, "Did you hear that? Yangyang didn't see anything!"
"Why are you never serious?" Ye Anran, teased by him, could only retort playfully.
"It's good for young people to have passion; Jinyu's love for you shows this! Seeing how loving you are makes me, as a father, very happy. Jinyu is a good man, Anran, I'm really happy you married him," Mo Haihong said with a smile.
Ye Anran gently smiled, "I know he's good, it's just that sometimes he's not serious!"
Bo Jinyu merely smiled and replied, "When love runs deep, so does the affection!"
Ye Anran looked at him with eyes full of affection and said nothing.
Her face, like a peach blossom in March, was charmingly alluring.
"Oh dear, I'm still a young child, please don't shove your lovey-dovey stuff at me..." Mo Yangyang exclaimed upon hearing the two of them.
