The next day, Madam Lian called Sun Baoshan over to ask. She knew that her son liked Su Xiaolu, but he was a year older now. Moreover, he had not seen her for so long. She wanted to see if her son's feelings had changed.
Before Sun Baoshan could react, Madam Lian already knew what he was thinking.
After Su Baoshan left, Madam Lian sighed faintly.
Knowing that her son liked Su Xiaolu and had liked her for many years without changing, Madam Lian felt a little melancholic. Ever since ancient times, being affectionate has been the most hurtful. She did not know when her son could give up on her. How uncomfortable would it be if she did not agree?
However, feelings could not be forced. Everything depended on fate.
Madam Lian lowered her eyes. The Sun family was lucky and was already better than many people, so Sun Baoshan had a chance.
