Madam Fu and Fu Yunjin were happily chatting away, leaving Mrs. Jiang feeling troubled, wanting to ask Song Lingjie what he meant. That brat was looking around, not knowing what he was watching.
"At least give me a straight answer, do you like her or not?" Mrs. Jiang glared at her son.
Song Lingjie replied, "Mother, is this the place to talk about such matters? Can't you see, if I didn't like her, would I have taken on the debt for that Jade Flute?"
Isn't this question rather pointless?
Mrs. Jiang felt a thrill of joy in her heart but deliberately retorted, "Who knows what you're thinking? You're such an inexperienced young man."
"If you like her, just go to the Fu Family and propose," Song Lingjie said helplessly.
Mrs. Jiang was exasperated, thinking what does he mean by her liking is all it takes, he is the one who'll spend a lifetime with her, right?
Is this brat still not moved by emotion?
Is this eternal iron tree never going to blossom?
