You Can’t Tell Me What to Do

That night, Yue Tingfeng went home.

Finally seeing her son home, Mrs. Yue rushed over to Yue Tingfeng. "Son, have you been busy lately?"

"Not too much, what's the matter?" Yue Tingfeng replied while taking his coat off and tossing it to Aunt Wu.

Mrs. Yue pulled him over to the sofa. "Did you know that slut, Yan Qingsi, has become a movie star?"

Yue Tingfeng loosened his tie. "What about that?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Did you know she's been very close to that singer recently? Can you believe her taste? How is that singer better than my son? Oh, and have you heard the tabloid gossips too? Some say she had an abortion to be somebody's mistress. Rumors about her are everywhere on the Internet now."