[Yang Menghuo POV]
"Yes, it's about my son, Yang Menghuo. I want to have a little talk with you."
Yang Menghuo held his breath as he continued listening to what his mother was about to say to Ying Jie. It was too late to stop them from talking to each other, so all he could do right now was to wait and listen.
Shi Ying got nervous all of a sudden. For some reason, she also realized the seriousness of this talk. She knew it wouldn't be good since she was talking to Madam Evelynn Yang right now, the lady with a vicious mouth from the entertainment industry.
"T—Then, what is it about, Ma'am? Have you decided upon something?" Shi Ying asked, half expectant, half scared.
There was a long pause on Madam Yang's side. She sighed deeply, "I don't know how to start this. But congratulations, Shi Ying, you've successfully bewitched my only son. He doesn't even want to listen to me at this point."