The temperature in the living room instantly dropped to freezing point, no, to be more precise, it should be below freezing point, dozens of degrees below zero—
Duanmu Qing had never really meddled in her son's personal life. For one, she thought he was sensible from a young age, and for another, she didn't mind if the man wanted to have some fun, as long as it didn't interfere with anything important.
But she never expected that he would find enjoyment with a man. What is wrong with the young people today? Could it be that the opposite sex holds no attraction anymore?
Song Song sat beside Xiao Jinghuai, her eyes occasionally glancing at the dignified woman seated at the head of the room. She hadn't expected that the woman who came to school four years ago to say some nonsensical things was actually Xiao Jinghuai... mother.
What should she do now?
