Rong Yan suddenly covered her neck, her face turning crimson.
With a beaming smile, Lin Zhiya looked like she was holding a little grandchild, happily saying, "Young people, it's normal to have a lot of energy, very normal, nothing to feel embarrassed about. Just pretend I didn't see anything, don't take it to heart."
"Tomorrow, have dinner at home. I'll have Nanny Wang make some pigeon soup to nourish your bodies."
Rong Yan just wanted to find a hole to crawl into, embarrassed and unsure of how to respond.
Fortunately, Li Shengxiao, next to her, took her arm and said to the jubilant Lin Zhiya, "Mom, we're leaving now."
Lin Zhiya glanced at Rong Yan, her smile widening, and waved, "Go on, go."
...
In the car, the burning warmth on Rong Yan's face finally subsided.
There was also a scarf around her neck.
