Hearing her words, Jiang Tong paused, holding the teddy dog, her long lashes quivering slightly.
Qin iru sighed, "But since she got married, we haven’t been in touch for a long ti. It’s quite a pity that I couldn’t see her one last ti."
Tang Liangqin was the number one socialite in Beijing back in the day.
So glamorous...
It’s a pity, such a prominent figure, yet t an untily end.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tong’s eyes darkened slightly, unsure of how to respond to her words.
The silent atmosphere between the two was interrupted by the servant’s call of "Young Master."
Jiang Tong turned her head, just in ti to see Bao Nan standing at the staircase.
Unaware that there were guests at ho, Bao Nan ca down wearing light grey loungewear.
The open collar clearly exposed his delicate collarbone, and his soft hair hung loosely on both sides, making his face appear less stern.
Jiang Tong felt very conflicted inside, almost reaching a point of silent cursing.
What the hell!
Why is it Bao Nan again!
How are the two of them so destined?
Why do they run into each other everywhere!
Bao Nan was equally surprised, abruptly stopping at the staircase.
"Hey, Little Pumpkin, you’re awake, co quickly and greet the guests."
Qin iru didn’t know that the two of them knew each other, so she waved directly at Bao Nan.
Only upon her calling did Bao Nan react.
He glanced down at his clothing, then looked at Jiang Tong staring at him.
His heart suddenly tightened, and he dashed back upstairs.
Damn it!
Why didn’t anyone tell him that Tongtong was here!
It wouldn’t do to leave a bad impression on his Tongtong by dressing like this!
Seeing him dash away, Qin iru furrowed her brows, "What’s with him? Normally, he’s not like this."
She knew her son, usually indifferent to others.
Why did he run away when he saw a girl today?
Could it be...
Do these two know each other?
"Don’t mind him, my son is just like that," Qin iru smiled as she approached Jiang Tong, ready to glean information about the two.
Jiang Tong awkwardly coughed a few tis, "It’s fine."
"Oh right, I don’t think I asked your na yet?"
"My na is Jiang Tong."
"Jiang?" Qin iru paused, "Which Jiang?"
Upon hearing her ask this, Jiang Tong pondered montarily and then decided to conceal her real surna, "The ’jiang’ of ’river’."
Because Qin iru seed to know her mother, and the Jiang Family na was very prominent, it would be easily traced back to her if investigated.
She didn’t wish to attract too much attention.
"Oh, the ’jiang’ of ’river’, Jiang Tong, right?" Qin iru nodded in sudden realization.
After chatting for a while longer, just as Jiang Tong was preparing to leave, Bao Nan reappeared at the staircase.
This ti, he was deliberately dressed up, in a dark Italian tailored suit, with his hanging hair slicked back with gel, making him appear much sturdier.
Seeing him like this, Qin iru was full of smiles.
Bao Nan’s actions further confird to her that there was indeed sothing between them.
Otherwise, her reserved son wouldn’t have behaved so oddly.
However, considering the conversation she just had with Jiang Tong.
Her son seed to be in a one-sided love...
Tch.
Didn’t expect him to have this day.
But as his mother, it’s better for her to lend him a hand.
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