How could Mrs. Su have ever seen her youngest son grovel like this, all for a mobile phone?
Driven by curiosity, Mrs. Su glanced at the still-lit phone screen. Her gaze caught on the name "An Yin," but the phone was quickly snatched back by her son.
He held the phone tightly to his chest, like a protective mother animal, looking at his own mother with a wary expression.
"Who is An Yin?" Mrs. Su didn't reprimand her son for snatching the phone. Instead, she felt quite curious about the name she'd seen just now.
The always obedient son suddenly seemed like a different person. Mrs. Su believed it might have something to do with this girl named "An Yin."
"Mom, this is my personal business." Su Yifeng rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted after waking up, from the initial panic to now dealing with his mother.
"Hmm." Mrs. Su coldly scoffed. Seeing her youngest son so unsettled, she eventually couldn't bear it, turning around to go downstairs.
