Xu Jing, caught in the act by her own mother, blushed as red as a thief apprehended on the spot.
"Mom, you see, it's not what you think..."
Xu Jing stammered for a while but couldn't formulate a complete sentence. Instead, she glared furiously at Wang Hao, the root cause of all this trouble.
"Wang Hao, you jerk, don't you have any manners? Don't you know how to greet someone?"
Wang Hao suddenly understood and followed suit with a call, "Mom!"
Suddenly, Xu Jing's face was drenched in chagrin, and she held her forehead with one hand, sporting an expression of utter despair.
Li Yun, though somewhat startled, understood a bit.
The young man before her must be her precious daughter's boyfriend. He was tall and muscular, and regarding his looks—though he was no idol—he certainly carried himself well, and seemed sharp. It looked like her daughter had good taste after all.
