At the same time, there was another person whom Wang Yue needed to thank – his father, Wang Jing. If not for his unwavering devotion to Yan's mother, who was such a perfect goddess, perhaps her purity wouldn't have been reserved for him until he grew up.
"What's there to thank? You're my little master, and I'm your little servant. There's no need for separate words between family members." Su Mengyun blinked and said with a smile.
Wang Yue was slightly taken aback. Although his aunt still called him master, her tone was completely different from before – it even carried a hint of flirtation.
So, was she a masochist or a sadist? Or perhaps both?
Su Mengyun continued, "Moreover, even without me, your uncle wouldn't have succeeded. Your mother may seem indifferent, but she cares a lot about her own body."
Wang Yue was surprised again. From what he knew, his mother didn't seem like that. But his aunt, having grown up with her, probably understood her better.
