Han Yingying, who was sipping her soup, paused, her face turning a visible shade of red at record speed.
No wonder they were told to have more, it was because they thought that last night…
"Yingying, why did your face suddenly turn red? Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Mosheng asked with concern, watching as Han Yingying almost buried her face in her bowl.
"No, no, it's nothing…" Han Yingying lowered her head further, wishing she could burrow into the ground.
Shen Mosheng, still uneasy, reached out and touched her forehead. Seeing her temperature was normal, he was reassured, "Take your time drinking, there's plenty more."
"Right, there's plenty, Yingying. If you like it, drink more," Shen's mom quickly chimed in with a smile, casting a dissatisfied glance at her younger son.
"Why bother with soup when you don't even have a girlfriend? Leave it for your elder brother and Yingying."
Shen Xinghan, shocked: "Mom, what does having soup have to do with having a girlfriend?"
