That day, Ruyan looked for him, saying she had something to talk about.
Luo Yining twitched his mouth, "Mom, what kind of mischievous idea are you up to this time?"
"What do you mean mischievous idea? Has your mother ever harmed you?"
"Although you haven't harmed me, you've tricked your son quite a few times, haven't you?"
"Who told you not to be smart! Why didn't I trick your big brother then?"
Ruyan rolled her eyes dramatically, giving him a sideways glance full of annoyance. She just wanted to know what exactly was going on between Yi He and Little Qiao.
How could they say they promised each other for life at the mere age of seven?
Luo Yining felt resigned; with such a strong and shameless mother, he truly didn't know if he was lucky or unfortunate.
"So what do you want to know?"
Luo Yining looked at her wearily. In front of his mom, no matter how much he wanted to escape, he couldn't get far.
"Is it true about your brother and Little Qiao?"
