"Forget it, I'm not going to hold it against you. Later you should explain it to Xuanxuan. You didn't go pick her up yourself this morning, she's a bit unhappy about it."
"Mm."
"Oh right," Mother Loo seemed to have just remembered the older son next to her, "Jinyang, is there still time now?"
Loo Jinyang said lightly, "They've already done his makeup at the hotel, and he's changed his clothes. He can just go straight over."
"Really? Let me see."
Mother Loo cupped Loo Yao's face to look him over. After studying him for a moment, she suddenly sensed something was off.
"Yao Yao, what's wrong with your face?"
"Ah? What, my face?"
Loo Yao slowly looked over at Loo Jinyang.
The movement was a little too deliberate.
But Loo Jinyang's expression didn't change in the slightest. He even met his gaze directly. The corner of Loo Yao's mouth stiffened a little; a chill ran through his heart and he couldn't feel pleased with himself anymore.
