"Ayin, if this guy doesn't listen to you in the future, just smack him."
Is this really his mom?
Qin Yin was also at a loss, glancing at her, then at Mo Han, she awkwardly pulled a smile, bracing herself to respond.
After finishing dinner, she cleared the dishes from the table and put them into the cabinet. Qin Yin stood to the side, glanced at the uncle and aunt watching TV in the living room, then at Mo Han, and asked in a low voice, "If your parents are staying in your room, what about you?"
"I'll sleep on the sofa," Mo Han said while wiping the glass table.
Then, as if something occurred to him, he turned to her and playfully suggested, "Or maybe we could share a room?"
Qin Yin's face turned red at his words. She rolled her eyes at him unapologetically and was about to walk away when Mo Han spoke again behind her, "What are you thinking? I meant the sofa in your bedroom."
Qin Yin: "..."
