An Jing chuckled, "He hates women for this reason, does it bother you that much?"
An Baobei said, "Even if he thinks I'm sick, he's still so good to me. I just can't stand him having such a mother."
An Jing nodded and sighed, "If that's really the case, it's his mother's fault."
An Baobei pouted, then got up and headed to her room, "I'm unhappy, I'm going back to my room to play games for a few hours and cheer myself up."
An Jing just found it funny, "You said you only liked Ning Zihan a little."
An Baobei immediately turned around and made a face at An Jing and Su Changyi, "I'll try not to like him. I don't want to get hurt by him."
"That's good." An Jing felt relieved, "Go play your games, don't stay up too late, we have to fly back to S city early tomorrow morning."
"Uh-huh."
It wasn't until An Baobei entered the room that An Jing sighed again, "If he didn't hate women so much and liked Baobei, I would accept him as our son-in-law."
