"Mom! What are you talking about!?" Qin Yiyi, upon hearing these words, suddenly shouted at her mom anxiously.
"How am I talking nonsense??" Qin Yiyi's mom turned her head to look at her daughter seriously and said, "Look, Nannan is such a good kid, handsome and smart. His sister has been your friend since childhood. We know everything about them, which is great. Besides, didn't Nannan just say he likes tall girls with long hair and fair skin who are usually sweet and cute but sometimes a bit temperamental? That's exactly you! Most importantly, Nannan doesn't mind the older woman, younger man thing!"
"He doesn't mind, but I do!!" Qin Yiyi glared at her mom, "Mom, can you just stop meddling?"
"This... but..." Qin Yiyi's mom looked at her daughter, puzzled.
