Madam Yue left the ingredients in the wok and angrily said, "He didn't offend you and you want to do this? You know how much Grandmother Qin loves her grandson, and you… you're trying to accuse him of being gay. What are you trying to do?"
Yue Tingfeng's expression was grim. If one cut up his heart, one would find that his heart was so black that it could reflect light.
Yue Tingfeng did not bother explaining. He said, "If you're my biological mother, then you would help me."
"I…" Madam Yue really wished that she could shove Yue Tingfeng back into her stomach. This asshole.
Madam Yue said angrily, "How am I supposed to help you when you have no proof? Just by using my mouth to do it?"
Yue Tingfeng thought about it. "Okay, I'll give you the proof tonight, you meet with Grandmother Qin for mahjong tomorrow."
"My son... what tricks are you up to?"
