Hearing Jiang Yingyue say that she had no experience felt like spring rain on withering flowers. His mind blossomed instantly with happiness.
Had he perhaps gotten her first kiss? If this was the case, then he would truly feel happy and honored. He might not be her first, but he wanted to be her last for everything intimate, such as a kiss.
He had managed to calm himself down again, but it was difficult. Fortunately, before neither Jiang Yingyue nor Han Qingshan could speak further, a knock came on the door, and Song Liwei entered.
"We have an appointment with a real estate agent today," he reminded them. "They are here for the sake of selling the house belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Jiang."
Hearing this, Jiang Yingyue was finally reminded that they were selling the house, and her parents were returning to their real identities.
