Zhou Xinlan had just begun speaking when Huang Yingying hurriedly grabbed her hand and exclaimed, "No! Absolutely not!"
"Why not? You don't like Xiao Tian and you won't even let me introduce him to other girls. Yingying, aren't you being too domineering?" Zhou Xinlan teased with a strange laugh.
Huang Yingying's cheeks turned crimson, so red they almost seemed to bleed.
But she didn't know what to say, so she just lowered her head to hide in the covers, avoiding Zhou Xinlan's gaze.
Zhou Xinlin, who had been a mother for nearly twenty years, knew Huang Yingying inside and out. At a glance, she could tell from Yingying's shy demeanor that her heart did not match her words.
So, Zhou Xinlan hugged Huang Yingying tightly and whispered, "Don't worry, tomorrow Mom will talk to Xiao Tian and I promise to give you a satisfactory answer."
Hearing Zhou Xinlan's words, Huang Yingying blushed even more, but deep inside a surge of happiness welled up.
