Lian Qingyang clenched his lips tightly, his dark eyes full of disappointment and forbearance.
Lian Qingyang took a deep breath, suppressing all the emotions in his heart, and said, "Mom, I'm just too busy."
"Being busy is an excuse for treating your mom, who came all the way to see you, like this?" Xiang Yazhi saw Lian Qingyang showing weakness and held herself in high regard, saying, "Qingyang, I'll take you out for Western food tonight. It'll be a good opportunity for just the two of us to spend some time together."
"Mom, I'm sorry, but I don't have the time. The computer store is about to open, and there are still so many things to prepare." Lian Qingyang refused. He lowered his eyes and didn't say that what he least liked was Western food; he preferred Chinese cuisine, Huaxia dishes.
