Damien Frost saw his mother, and his expression returned to its usual languid state, "What do you mean how?"
His mother frowned at him, "Of course I mean how is Miss Young. You're always by her side, don't tell me you haven't had the chance to speak?"
Damien looked at her with a half-smile, "Mom, you're beautiful, and apparently you dream beautifully too."
Mrs. Frost: "..."
She suddenly hit Damien's arm and, seeing him sit in the living room center carelessly pouring himself a cup of tea, pressed on eagerly, "But really, Miss Young doesn't have anyone by her side. And you, being close to her, don't you have an advantage? I've watched her live broadcast. There's practically nothing to it, except for her sister, she doesn't interact with men."