When Shen Zhilie heard that, he instinctively glanced at Ye Qianqian.
Ye Qianqian had caught the gist of the conversation. Her whole face immediately turned red.
Shen Zhilie quickly replied, "Grandma, what on earth are you thinking? We've been proper and decent. It's only 6 a.m. here in Venice. Alright, we'll talk another time. I'm going for breakfast."
"What? There's a time difference?" The disappointment was evident in Old Mrs. Shen's voice. "Why didn't you just sleep in until noon? If the lady agreed to go on a vacation alone with you, it means that she's willing to be with you. Just do whatever you want to. Don't suppress your natural urges, my boy!"
It wasn't only Ye Qianqian who blushed this time.
Shen Zhilie felt his face burn as he heard his grandmother's words. He awkwardly cleared his throat and said, "You're being a bad influence! I'm hanging up!"
Old Mrs. Shen's words were blunt and straightforward. Shen Zhilie's face was red.
