Rong Ruo toyed with her fingers and said bashfully, "Mom, what are you saying? What do you mean by what are my thoughts?"
Hu Xiuli noticed her daughter's shy and cute expression and chuckled.
"Alright. I know that you actually look down on Qi Yu. Ever since you learned that Master Bo likes paintings, you've been practicing day and night and even had me visit Mr. Ye repeatedly so that I could make you an apprentice of the Chinese painting master. I know what you're thinking.
"There's no one more outstanding than Yunli in Imperial City. You're both not married, too, so it's not wrong for you to have such thoughts. But you must have a sense of propriety while dating Qi Yu. Don't let him touch you. Yunli is a perfect person, so he definitely won't like someone who has been deflowered."
Rong Ruo nodded shyly, and she could not help but remember that man.
