Xu Yanfeng was caught off guard and choked, spilling the wonton soup. He quickly took out some paper to wipe the table. It was rare for him to lose his composure in front of his mother.
Zhong Yinghong smiled with her eyes curved. "At your age, you really should be in a relationship. I'm a little curious about what kind of girl would make my son's heart flutter and become so upset."
She was more thoughtful and insightful than Xu Guanshan. Xu Guanshan only noticed that Xu Yanfeng's handwriting was ugly, but he didn't read the content of his writing carefully, nor did he think about analyzing his son's heart through these sloppy words.
At this moment, mother and son were alone, and Xu Yanfeng couldn't help but confide in them: "She may not quite meet your standards."
Zhong Yinghong was surprised that he would actually talk to her about that girl; it seemed he was truly interested. She was open-minded and clear-headed, placing her hand on her son's shoulder: "So what? What matters is that you like her. Don't feel too pressured; just enjoy your relationship. We don't have any standards." Perhaps feeling that she had been too confident, she changed the subject, "I don't know what your father thinks, but at least I don't have any standards."
The phone on the table lit up again, and a message came in.
Zhong Yinghong said, "I don't know what happened to you, but as someone who's been there, I can tell you that love is inherently sweet and troublesome. You can't live in a honeypot forever. If you have problems, communicate actively. Communication can solve 80% of problems."
Xu Yanfeng asked an abrupt question: "Do you still love my dad?"
Zhong Yinghong answered without hesitation: "Of course."
Xu Yanfeng picked up the phone on the table and saw the text message from Xia Xi: "I'm waiting for you at the South Square. If you don't come, I won't leave. You can do whatever you want."
The last time she confessed her love, she did so in this way, half threatening, half pleading, telling him that she would wait for him in the square. Now she was more confident than before, threatening more than pleading.
He couldn't bear it then, and after hesitating for a long time he still went. How could he be so cruel now?
Zhong Yinghong was still in the study. Xu Yanfeng didn't want to waste his mother's kindness, so he hurriedly ate the remaining wontons and said, "I have to go out for a while. I may not come back tonight."
Zhong Yinghong understood and didn't ask why. She smiled at him tolerantly and said, "Go ahead and talk it over. I believe you can handle it."
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