After much difficulty, they finally finished the meal. Ling Chen found an excuse and immediately led Nanrong Wanqing away in a hurry. If they stayed any longer, Ling Chen feared his ears would grow calluses.
"Auntie is just concerned about you, what are you so afraid of?" Sitting in the car, Nanrong Wanqing spoke up for Yang Qingling.
"I'm not afraid," Ling Chen defended himself.
"Then why did you run away? I originally planned to sit with Auntie for a while and chat with her."
"What's there to chat about? It's better to chat with me. Hey! Wanqing, do you think... every mother likes to nag her son?"
"How would I know, I haven't been a mother." Saying this, Nanrong Wanqing looked at Ling Chen, who was driving, with a hesitant expression.
"What's up?" Ling Chen asked with a smile, "If you have something to say, just say it, there are no outsiders here."
"You..." Nanrong Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you afraid of getting married?"
