Luo Feng was so surprised that he almost dropped his chopsticks on the table.
"Mother, are you joking? Feng Lingyue and I are just childhood friends. Besides, I'm only fifteen."
"I'm not joking."
Yang Qing said with a smile, "Lingyue is such a good girl. Even in the entire Canglang Dynasty, she is a rare beauty and a genius. Besides, what's wrong with being fifteen? Your father and I were also fifteen when we..."
COUGH, COUGH!
Next to them, Luotian blushed and coughed forcefully.
Yang Qing glared at Luotian, laughing, "What's there to be shy about? When you pursued me at Quanfeng School, you weren't even fifteen yet."
Yang Qing's eyes filled with reminiscence, her face blissful.
Luo Feng looked at his father's embarrassed expression, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile.
