Men generally don't like shopping in malls, and public figures like Yan Ye like it even less.
But accompanying a beloved woman for shopping wasn't so repulsive to him.
She didn't dare to spend too much of his money, so she often just looked without buying.
"Eh? Qingqing, isn't that your son?" At the entrance of another luxury brand store, a glittering middle-aged woman tugged at Wang Qingqing's arm and pointed in the direction Yan Ye was.
Yan Ye's mother originally wanted to call Yan Ye home for dinner, to catch up and talk about their feelings as mother and son, but Yan Ye replied that he had a social engagement that evening, so his mother decided to go shopping with her friend instead.
What a coincidence to run into him like this!
Yan Ye's mother's exquisitely crafted features contorted with anger in that moment.
She wanted to charge over there and confront Yan Ye on the spot.
