Qiao Qingyu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Rongrong was in love?
Who could it be?
Qiao Qingyu didn't fixate on the idea that it had to be Li Mingguang; as long as Rongrong liked him, if he had good character, ambition, and no messy family issues, she would have no objections.
Soon after, Qiao Qingyu stared at herself in the mirror and started feeling melancholic again. In the blink of an eye, Rongrong had grown up. In a few more years, she would truly become an elder.
Although that's what she thought, seeing her still youthful appearance in the mirror didn't trouble her at all, especially considering her mischievous son had gotten her called to his school several times.
