Fan Mingyu gripped the steering wheel and chuckled bitterly, thinking of the carrots and cilantro inside. He couldn't help clearing his throat, "You didn't tell Xiaowu about this, did you?"
"No."
"You know, kids these days, especially boys, don't really like their parents interfering too much. If he finds out, he might think I'm meddling too much, and good intentions could lead to bad outcomes."
"I understand. I won't tell him."
Fan Mingyu laughed, "Good, if you don't tell him, then it's fine!"
Otherwise, knowing Jiang Xiaowu's temperament—always indifferent on the surface, saying it doesn't matter—he might just be plotting something behind the scenes.
**
Since lunch ended late, by dinner time, nobody was really hungry. Fan Mingyu and Tang Wan went to the supermarket and then he dragged her to the mall to buy a couple of clothes, leaving her embarrassed.
