"Her?"
Wei Anning looked at him in surprise, intuiting that behind this iron box lay a heart-wrenching story, otherwise his reaction wouldn't have been so intense.
"Yes, my mother."
Wei Anning thought that "she" referred to Song Qingge, and was astonished to find out it was Jiang Yuan. Yet, this sort of thing is usually something girls are more fond of, why would Jiang Yuan give Leng Youchen something like this?
Leng Youchen's expression carried a touch of confusion and sorrow, "When I was a child, my dream was simple, to be a freelance rapper."
Wei Anning had never imagined Leng Youchen dreamed of being a singer. It seemed beneath his abstinent exterior, there lied a fiery heart.
Speaking of it, he seemed to remember something amusing, his lips curled slightly but the smile never reached his eyes, quickly frozen over, "You couldn't possibly guess who my idol was back then."
Wei Anning couldn't help but move closer to him and squatted down beside him, "Who?"
"Jay Chou."