"What on earth are you and your son talking about?" Mr. Jiang was confused.
"It's nothing, Old Jiang. Chenxi is just joking with you. He doesn't have a girlfriend. If he did, he would have brought her home by now. Come on, Chenxi, let's eat."
Mrs. Jiang tried to interrupt Jiang Chenxi and kept giving him meaningful looks, but this time Jiang Chenxi was determined to come clean. Although Pei Yinong had told him to take it slow and that she could wait, he didn't want to wait anymore. If he didn't tell Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang would never know about Pei Yinong's existence, let alone accept her.
"Dad, I do have a girlfriend. I've been meaning to tell you earlier."
"Chenxi," Mrs. Jiang raised her voice, "You can't let your husband know about this; he really can't handle it."
