Just now, she had witnessed them hugging each other.
So, this was Song Yan's boyfriend?
"How come you didn't give me a heads up before you came back? It was so sudden; I was completely unprepared," Qin Yao regained her composure, looking at Song Yan she asked, "Why don't you introduce your mother to this gentleman?"
Song Yan looked at her mother, whom she hadn't seen for a year. She was still the same—good complexion, rosy cheeks, and undiminished poise.
Seeing her like this eased Song Yan's worries.
Song Yan gathered her thoughts for a moment, and just as she was about to speak, the voice of a middle-aged man suddenly rang out, followed by his figure entering the field of vision.
"Qin Yao, did you take my phone? And the car keys, are they with you too?"
Seeing the middle-aged man, Song Yan recognized him at first glance and immediately clenched her fists tightly.
Her facial expression fell to freezing point, and her body trembled slightly.