"Sorry, I was wrong!" An Ning apologized repeatedly.
Yu Ziqian glanced at his mother. "Next time will be different. As long as you're safe, I don't mind if you don't come home at night, but your sister can't take it; she'll cry."
"Yes, I remember." An Ning increasingly felt like a student in front of her son.
Yu Ziqian was a bit embarrassed to say more, but still spoke with concern. "Mom, maybe you should accept my great-grandmother's suggestion and find another boyfriend!"
"Ahem..." Her son actually brought up this matter. "Why are you concerned about this issue?"
"You are my mom!" Yu Ziqian replied as if it was obvious.
"My son has grown up and knows how to care for Mom." An Ning hugged her son, wanting to kiss him.
But remembering last night's events, as she leaned in to kiss her son's cheek, she pulled back immediately.
Yu Ziqian, waiting for his mother's kiss, was perplexed when it didn't come. "What's wrong?"
