"Madam, please hear me out!" Su Mo spoke up.
Yang Qingyun folded her arms beneath her chest and looked at him with an amused smile.
"Oh?"
"Then please explain."
Her tone sounded gentle.
Which somehow made Su Mo even more nervous.
"I'm honestly very curious." She slowly continued, "What possible reason could you have for visiting my daughter so late at night?"
"Not just once, either, but several times."
Every sentence landed accurately.
Like tiny invisible knives stabbing him.
"And there were even occasions where you stayed in her room from evening until the next morning." Yang Qingyun sighed dramatically. "Sneaking out at dawn like some suspicious thief."
Then her gaze shifted toward Yang Qingxi nearby.
"And my daughter…" Her expression became increasingly complicated. "I still can't understand how she became shameless enough to do dirty talk at the breakfast table."
"???"
Yang Qingxi froze completely.
What the heck was her mother even talking about now?!
