Han Qingshan glanced at his mother with narrowed eyes. Why was she suddenly so eager to meet Jiang Yingyue? Was it purely because she knew that he rarely befriended anyone, or did she have some ulterior motive?
Although Han Qingshan had grown up and spent much time together with his mother, Yan Meilin, he knew that it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
She was an artist through and through and on top of that a woman. Her thought process was fundamentally different from Han Qingshan's, and she had often pulled pranks on him, so he dared not be too accommodating to her wish of meeting Jiang Yingyue. What if she caused problems?
He did not know why, but whenever he thought about Jiang Yingyue returning to the hostile person he had been before, he felt rather uncomfortable.
