An Yuying became more flustered the more she tried to explain, and seeing Luo Yang's harmless smile, she knew what he was thinking.
As the saying goes: Time reveals a person's heart.
After spending time together, you start to understand someone's temperament.
"Niu Zai..." she called out softly.
"Sister An, I believe you're innocent," he said with a smile.
"Not paying attention to you anymore, still laughing," she pouted with her red lips, changing the subject, "I talked to my mother about you, want to know what she said?"
"What did she say?" Luo Yang was curious too.
Their relationship was semi-public by now.
In other words, An Yuying's mother, Lin Jialan, must be aware.
Luo Yang was also worried that Lin Jialan would want to talk to him, and he wouldn't know what to do.
After all, Lin Jialan had taught Luo Yang for six years in elementary school, and they were well acquainted.
Seeing his teacher, Luo Yang would be nervous.
"She said it's up to me to choose," she said.