Yue Tingfeng clenched his jaw. "Ma, you… You just don't trust your son at all?"
Mrs. Yue looked at him helplessly. "My son, it's not that I don't trust you, it's you that… really can't do it. If Qingsi was that easy of a girl to get, would you still have waited until now? Let me tell you, you'd better marry her before she hits the big time. When that comes, people from all around the world will come after her. There are so many good men out there, and she's not mentally insane, so why must she choose you?"
Yue Tingfeng held his heart. It was a million blows struck at him by his own mother!
He was so angry that he wanted to spew out blood from his mouth. "Am I really that bad?"
Mrs. Yue sighed and patted his shoulder. "You're the one who told me that the truth is hard to swallow."
With nothing else left for him to say, he remarked, "Forgot about it, Ma. I think it's better if you don't talk."
