"Auntie, are you trying to get your son to marry my friend as his wife?"
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, Su Xiaoyue's eyes widened as she stared at Zhao Yang, and Aunt Xingsheng was also caught off guard. As soon as Li Baoju heard this, his heartbeat quickened, faster than the beat of a drum.
Aunt Xingsheng, fearing that admitting now would scare Su Xiaoyue, hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Zhao Yang? I was just introducing my son to this girl. I just wanted them to be ordinary friends."
"Ordinary friends?" Zhao Yang scoffed. "Even the village kids know there's no such thing as a simple friendship between a man and a woman. You're of such an age, how can you be more naive than a child? I think you're pretending. If you've got intentions, just admit it openly."
"Zhao Yang, what kind of way is that to talk?" Aunt Xingsheng said, irritated.
