Yan Qingsi did not listen to what Yue Tingfeng said. She stuffed the note into her bag, hugged Yue Tingfeng, and kissed him on the face. "Thank you, baby…"
She left right after that.
Yue Tingfeng was left touching his own face. After some time, he kicked the blanket off the bed and rolled over to bury his face in Yan Qingsi's pillow. It was just a kiss on the face, why did he feel like his heart was racing?
This woman was vicious.
Yue Tingfeng remembered something all of a sudden. He sat upright, pulled out his phone, and sent a photo to Mrs. Yue.
Mrs. Yue was quick to call him.
"Son, are you sure you want to do this?"
Yue Tingfeng said slowly, "Mom, I have to do this. When you meet Grandmother Qin for mahjong today, you have to show her the photo."
Mrs. Yue's expression turned sour. She had never done anything malicious but for that, she had to stoop to her son's level.
