Wen Jing began to feel that Xia Xiaoqin was idly indulging in wild thoughts and guesses, as she said, "It's normal for some boys not to want to date so early, isn't it?"
He's only twenty-one, okay?
Xia Xiaoqin heard from Wen Jing's words that she seemed uninterested in her son, and she clung to Wen Jing's arm, pleading for her help, "Please, do your auntie a favor, talk to him and see if he's normal or not."
Wen Jing was incredibly troubled, how was she supposed to talk to him?
So troubled.
"Help your auntie, please, I only have this one son, if he's gay I really couldn't take it. I don't discriminate against this, I occasionally read BL novels too, but I won't allow my son to be like that, I want to hold my grandchildren."
Wen Jing: "..."
This is probably the so-called hypocrisy.
She had it so hard.
Unable to stand up to Xia Xiaoqin's persistent pleading, Wen Jing nodded reluctantly, "I'll reply to his message first."
