Chen Yu had already gone over, and Yan Qing, feeling uneasy, followed along.
"Your boy's intentions are impure," Ling Tianyu said while drinking a cup of tea.
Yan Suo heard this, paused in confusion, and asked, "Young Master, what do you mean by that?"
"Your son is even more shrewd than you," Ling Tianyu was speechless towards Yan Suo. How could he not see it?
He had embraced someone in public, and still couldn't see what was happening?
Anyone with eyes could see it.
"Clan Leader Yan," Chu Qiaohou standing nearby was also quite speechless, "Your son hasn't gotten married yet, right?"
"Indeed," Yan Suo nodded, "That brat is adamant about not wanting to marry, saying he hasn't met a girl who moves him."
"There's nothing I can do about it."
"There you go," Chu Qiaohou said, "He hugged a girl in public, has been smiling and chatting with her these past few days, and couldn't let her go alone."
"If it were merely out of sympathy, it wouldn't go this far."
"Your son is smitten."
