Yu Ziqian silently watched his mother, while An Ning felt guilty under her son's piercing gaze. "Qianqian, do you have something to say?"
The fourth generation of the Yu Family looked around before speaking to his mother. "Mom, let's talk in the study room."
Seeing her child acting so serious like an adult, An Ning could only take his request seriously. "Alright!"
Once in the room, Yu Ziqian closed the door and asked, "Mommy, do you also have a thing for this Mr. Mo?"
"Ahem..." An Ning coughed twice. "Why do you say that?"
"Mom has never interacted with other men, and other men have never come into our house," Yu Ziqian said clearly. "This Mr. Mo came to our house today and seems very interested in you, and you've been avoiding eye contact. I feel like you've known him for a long time."
An Ning had to admire her son's analytical skills; how old was this little guy, and he could figure this out.
As a mother, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
