"Mom... I really need to rest, can we talk about that after I wake up, in the afternoon?"
Though somewhat irritable, Ji Yang still softened his tone in front of his mother to ease her emotions.
Mrs. Ji became anxious, then her expression subtly changed.
"You say... you went drinking, are you still unable to forget her?"
Ji Yang's eyes flickered at his mother's question, and then he denied it, "Mom, no..."
"I haven't even said who it is..."
Mrs. Ji was a clever woman; how could she not know her own son's mind?
Ji Yang: "..."
Well, it seemed he had fallen into her trap once again.
Mrs. Ji's heart ached for her son; she then waved her hand and said tremulously, "Never mind, go upstairs and rest first. We can talk after you're rested. You're not getting any younger. There's a daughter of one of my retired colleagues, a university graduate who's now teaching Chinese at my school—I'd like to introduce you two."
