"Mom, if dad saw how excited you get around other men, our house would probably be filled with the smell of vinegar."
"Then let him soak in his vinegar jar," Veya said with a laugh.
"Just ignore him."
Jiang Yisheng listened, his smile deepening at the corners of his mouth.
"Asheng, when did you meet Mr. Ji?" Veya asked curiously, "How come I've never heard you mention him before?"
"He's a friend of Jiuliang," he said.
"He's a friend? Invite him over sometime," Veya suggested.
"No need. I'm not close with him," Jiang Yisheng replied calmly, with an even tone.
"You little rascal, that young man seems quite personable. You don't have many friends; it's good to make more," Veya said helplessly.
Jiang Yisheng hummed noncommittally, "Mom, I've got work to do. We'll chat another time."
After ending the video call, he turned around, unexpectedly meeting the man's deep and clear black eyes.
Jiang Yisheng was startled.
When had he come out?
