"Xiaojiu?" Jiang Hai asked in confusion. "Who's that?"
The elder Mrs. Jiang suddenly remembered that her son had just returned from a trip and knew nothing yet.
She put down her phone and explained, "It's the young lady Mohan likes; her name is Ye Jiuliang, and she's strikingly beautiful."
"The young lady Mohan likes?" Jiang Hai was stunned and almost stammered in shock.
"Mom, do you even know what you're saying?"
"You still don't believe it," the elder Mrs. Jiang knew he would react like this, and hurriedly searched for Ye Jiuliang's photo on her phone.
"If you said Asheng, maybe I would believe you," Jiang Hai said.
Given how much Mohan detested women, Jiang Hai worried he might end up a lifelong bachelor.
The elder Mrs. Jiang waved him over, "Come here."
Jiang Hai stood up and sat beside her, his eyes flashing with approval as he looked at the phone she handed to him.
"This young lady really is good-looking, full of spirit."