No matter what, for the vast majority of mothers in the world, the sight of men's undergarments in the private wardrobe of their daughter, who was only about to turn nineteen, appeared to be a deeply heartbreaking and shocking event.
Musheng didn't know how to explain such a thing and had to bite the bullet and tell the truth, "These belong to Si Lian, he stayed over for a few nights."
Upon hearing this, Ma Changying's voice rose, "He slept with you?"
Anticipating Ma Changying's display of heartache, Musheng immediately denied it, "No, there were two beds... Mom, it's just sharing a room, we didn't do anything."
But the more she explained, the more guilty she seemed, and Ma Changying was shrewd in the crucial moment, "Didn't you say you had a roommate? Your roommate was there and he still came to sleep in the same room?"
"No, my roommate wasn't home during that time..."
