บท 90: 27 Chapters of 2 Volumes, A Table of Mahjong

Then, we stood there without a word to say.

The house was already too crowded, and I didn't want to let him in, but kicking him out seemed too heartless, and I was embarrassed about it. He seemed hesitant too, wanting to leave but not moving, so we just stood there, staring at each other.

Just then, the eternal troublemaker—my dear mom—appeared!

"Who's there, who's there? Did a magpie visit today? Why are there so many guests?" She emerged by the door with flour on her hands. Seeing Lin Zefeng, she looked surprised for a few seconds and then immediately beamed with joy, "Is this gentleman also here for Xiao Xin? I'm Xiao Xin's mom."

Lin Zefeng awkwardly nodded his head, having not anticipated someone barging into our conversation, but he greeted her politely nonetheless.