"It's okay, go ahead and share your thoughts," said Qiao Xiguan, generously.
Gu Minglu also knew that his mother was broad-minded and easygoing. She could accept many things that didn't make sense; in simple terms, she was carefree. After hesitating for half a minute, he spoke up, "Mom, I've registered my marriage with Gu Mingyue."
Qiao Xiguan nearly choked on the sunflower seed in her mouth.
She widened her eyes and looked at Gu Minglu.
Gu Minglu had a serious expression on his face.
Qiao Xiguan suddenly stood up from the sofa, "What did you say?"
"I got married to Gu Mingyue. Yesterday," Gu Minglu repeated.
Qiao Xiguan really felt as though she almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. Did her son have to be so hopelessly infatuated to this extent? How could that willful little minx, Gu Mingyue, make her son so devoted? Could she say that she wasn't just angry, but also quite jealous?!
Gu Minglu watched his mother's continually changing expression, "Mom..."
