Ye Qingxin was a bit surprised, she stole a glance at Jiang Yixiu, clearly meaning: Can I say I worked as a prostitute at Bao Huan?
And the man gave her an ambiguous smile, of course, it wasn't really aimed at her, but at Mrs. Jiang beside her.
Just as Ye Qingxin was struggling with how to answer, the man finally spoke up, "Mom, are you investigating her background? Why are you asking so many questions!"
"You child, isn't Mom just looking out for you?" Mrs. Jiang laughed teasing her son.
Jiang Yixiu chuckled, "No need, I've already thoroughly checked, very good, very excellent, your son really likes her, otherwise, I wouldn't bring her home, right?"
Ye Qingxin didn't expect Jiang Yixiu to be so cheeky talking to his parents, he didn't seem like a doctor at all, more like a street rascal—
The implication in his words couldn't be clearer, any adult with normal thinking would understand.
