"Yanyan, Yanyan?" Mrs. Sheng knocked on Sheng Yan's door. He whispered a few more words to He Jinxia before hanging up the phone.
If Mrs. Sheng knew about the conversation Sheng Yan had just had with He Jinxia, she probably would have wanted to twist his ear while lecturing him on how to woo a girl.
Does he even know how to charm a girl at all?
On the other side, He Jinxia also hung up the call, her ears slightly warm, her face a bit flushed.
Mrs. He came out of the kitchen and saw her red-faced, asked worriedly, "Jinxia, why are you so red? Do you have a fever?"
He Jinxia coughed lightly and turned her face to conceal, "Mom, no, I was just doing facial slimming exercises, so my face is a bit red from the effort."
Mrs. He was relieved, "As long as you don't have a fever."
The successful deception left He Jinxia feeling slightly guilty. She sat on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV, but Sheng Yan's last words kept flashing through her mind—