"Is Song Jiang going to come to Kyoto and meet Jiang Rong?"
"That's right! Look, the other person is so sensible, she's pregnant before getting married. Didn't you say you have a girlfriend? How come I never saw her?
Do you know how old you are? You just put on a show every day. Can you get a daughter-in-law with me?"
The more Song Yan spoke, the more sour she became, and the more sour she became, the angrier she became.
"Mom, my girlfriend is very busy lately, and I have a lot of things to do too. Look, my show is going to be broadcast the day after tomorrow, so I have to go to work."
Fang Xiaole knew that he couldn't let his mother continue chanting, so he had to forcibly interrupt her spell.
"Mom, you and Dad, take care of yourselves. I'm going to hang up now."
He said something quickly and was about to hang up the phone.
"Wait!"
Song Yan shouted loudly, and Fang Xiaole had to stop. She sighed and continued:
"I'm too lazy to say anything to you. Even after I've said it, you're still not at ease. So, why don't you send me a photo of your girlfriend? Isn't it your third uncle who always says you're teasing me and that you don't have any girlfriends at all!
I just get irritated just seeing him like that. Next time I'll show him a picture of your girlfriend, so he doesn't think his son is the only one who can make friends!
"Mom, I told you to bring your girlfriend home for the Spring Festival. Why are you so nervous?"
Fang Xiaole said helplessly.
"You don't have a girlfriend at all, huh? No, that won't work. Then you have to come back on New Year's Day. Miss Wang Er just said she wanted to introduce you to someone when she was buying cold dishes at the market. It's a good opportunity for you to meet on New Year's Day."
Song Yan thought Fang Xiaole was still trying to evade her and suddenly became anxious.
"Miss Song, I'm scared of you. I'm just going to send you a photo of my girlfriend. Is that okay?"
Fang Xiaole had no choice but to switch to the photo gallery on his phone and send a photo he took of Lin Yao in Kyoto to his mother's WeChat.
Only then did Song Yan let Fang Xiaole go, hung up the phone, and hurried to look at the photos.
Fang Xiaole had just breathed a sigh of relief when his phone rang again. This time it was Fang Shengnan calling.
"Oh no, little brother, I'm sorry!"
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