"What's the relationship between these two? Why is Mr. Li holding her hand?"
Jiang's mother's eyes were bulging.
She had just mockingly called her a country bumpkin, and in the blink of an eye, this country bumpkin was getting so intimate with Mr. Li. What was this all about!
What surprised her even more was that Mr. Li, who was notoriously chaste and never spared women a second glance, was now smiling so tenderly at a girl.
"Mom, why are you standing there like dummies?"
A sleepy teenage boy about eighteen years old came over, yawning, with the top two buttons of his shirt undone and dark circles under his eyes.
Jiang's mother scolded him unhappily, "I told you today's event is important and you stayed up all night gaming. Look at you now, what an embarrassment."
Jiang Yuan said indifferently, "No matter how important, what does it have to do with me? The main character today isn't me."