"Mom, what did you want to talk to me about?" Song Qian'ai sat down beside Mrs. Song and her eyes fell on the fiery red bouquet of roses. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth dropped open, "Mom, who sent you this? Does Dad know?" Judging by the variety of roses, they seemed quite expensive.
Who would be bold enough to send flowers to her mother? If her dad found out, would he throw them in jail?
Mrs. Song looked at her mischievous daughter and had the urge to slap her. What kind of talk was this?
She glared at Qian'ai with irritation, "First, tell me what's going on between you and Wang Meng?"
Pfft... Song Qian'ai was sipping tea when she heard this and spat it all out. She looked incredulously at her mother, "Mom, what did you just say?"
