Zoey Sanders pressed her lips tightly, wanting to cry but having no tears. How was she supposed to explain to her own mom that she acted that way because she thought someone else was coming, and got excited?
"Alright, alright, mom won't ask anymore. Are you going to say that you young people know your own affairs best? Mom knows, I know."
Zoey raised her hand to cover her face, "Mom, I do have someone I like, really, but it's not him. The reason I got excited was that I thought the person I like came, and the reason I was sad just now was that the person I like left."
Lucy Parker blinked her eyes, chewing over Zoey's words.
The person she likes came and then left...
"Then...isn't it still Little Feng?"
Zoey shut her mouth, pulling the blanket over her head.
Fine, just leave it at that.
"Oh dear, don't play dead again." Lucy lifted Zoey's blanket, "Then tell me, what's the name of the person you like?"
"Even if I tell you, you wouldn't know him."
