The glow of the sunset shone through the balcony, filling the living room.
The house was exceptionally tidy, with travel luggage packed and standing next to the sofa. The coffee table was piled high with various items brought back from afar, both edible and useful. At first glance, they were all little things that girls might like.
Shi Yang's mother held back for a moment, waiting for Zhao Meimei to close the door and leave before asking, "Yangyang, are you and Meimei together?"
Shi Yang nodded and straightforwardly admitted, "Yes, I haven't told you, but I've actually liked Meimei for a few years. Because she was still young back then, I kept it to myself and didn't mention it to her. Now, I've been waiting for her to come of age and during this trip, I confessed to her."
Suddenly, Shi Yang's mother reached out and struck him on the back with a slap, using some force. Shi Yang didn't dodge, allowing her to hit him two more times consecutively.
