"What are you talking about?"
"I don't understand anything."
The little white flower, Chen Ruohan, looked at her mom and Mr. Yang with a suspicious gaze, feeling like the two were playing some sort of riddle game.
"It's nothing."
Chen Haiou explained, "Didn't I learn some massage from Aunt Xu before?"
"Yang's cervical spine isn't too good. I helped him with it during the day, and he said it felt pretty good, so I'll help him again later!"
"I see!"
Chen Ruohan nodded, yet she always felt like her mom wasn't telling the whole truth. But the idea that her own mother and Mr. Yang could have an improper relationship, she didn't believe that.
"Who is this?"
As she walked into the living room, Chen Haiou naturally saw Feng Moli and scrutinized this long-legged beauty with a guarded look.
"Hello, Feng Moli."
Without waiting for Yang Hao and Chen Ruohan to introduce her, Feng Moli stood up proactively and shook hands with Chen Haiou.
"Chen Haiou, I'm Ruohan's mom!"
