(Chapter Eight)
Ling Ruonan finally came over and scared Yang Qingye away.
"What did he talk to you about?" Ling Ruonan asked Luo Ziling, looking thoughtfully at Yang Qingye's retreating figure, "Is it related to Yang Qingyin?"
"No," Luo Ziling shook his head, not telling Ling Ruonan about what Yang Qingye had asked him for, "It's about medical stuff."
"Alright," Ling Ruonan didn't probe any further, looping her arm through Luo Ziling's, and they continued walking.
Near Wangfu Jing, there were many high-end businesses. Ling Ruonan only browsed the most upscale brand stores, not even glancing at the ordinary ones.
Without exception, the salespeople in the stores treated Ling Ruonan as Luo Ziling's girlfriend, or thought of Luo Ziling as a pretty boy kept by the wealthy woman, Ling Ruonan. No one considered them mother and son.
This made Ling Ruonan very happy, and she didn't bother to correct their assumptions, letting the salespeople think whatever they wanted.
