Mrs. Yue was enraged, but at the same time embarrassed, interrupting her son making love was not what a mother was supposed to do. Nevertheless, she still came to have a look because she was worried it would be Yan Qingsi, and it really was that little slut.
"Bullsh*t, you just came back, you can't be that fast," Mrs. Yue shot back, glaring at Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi reached out and rested an arm on Yue Tingfeng's shoulder. "Why can't we? Your son has always been a very fast finisher."
Yue Tingfeng's already annoyed face, darkened even further when he heard that. She was saying that he was a fast finisher…"Fast my foot, I haven't even f*cked you yet, what are you talking about?" Yue Tingfeng thought.
Turning over to look at her, things got even worse.
Yan Qingsi had put on one of Yue Tingfeng's oversized T-shirts; god knows where she got them from.