Yao's mother looked at Yao Qin helplessly shaking her head. Her gaze had softened, no longer carrying the warning of a moment ago, "Aqin, you see Beiyang as a younger brother, but what about him?"
"He..." Yao Qin hesitated momentarily, yet insisted with a guilty conscience, "Of course, he also sees me as an older sister."
"Oh, come on, do you think your dad and I are so old that we've gone senile? Does the way he looks at you resemble that of looking at his sister?" Yao's mother said, "I like that boy, Beiyang. I think he suits you well."
"Where does he suit me? He's just a kid. Stop randomly shipping people..."
"You dare to talk back?" Yao's mother stated, "I think he's much more mature and stable than you!"
