Seeing Nan Ling coming home, Song Ya quickly stood up and greeted him warmly: "Nan Ling, you're back? Why didn't you tell me?"
Nan Ling glanced at the coffee and fruits on the coffee table, his expression dull, and responded: "Where's my mother?"
Song Ya noticed Nan Ling's cold attitude towards her, and for a moment she didn't know what to do. She could only laugh awkwardly and pointed upstairs: "She is helping Momo choose a dress upstairs."
Nan Ling said nothing and walked around her and went upstairs.
During this time, I never called her.
Song Ya watched him pass by her, her face flushed with panic, her neck stiff as she watched his back disappear at the stairs.
The looks from the servants of the Nan family around her were undoubtedly the greatest mockery of her.
Song Ya took a deep breath with a stiff expression, trying to make herself look less embarrassed, and shouted at the servants in a domineering manner to hurry up.
"Where's my fruit tea? Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"
"Send it immediately."
The servants of the Nan family around her looked at her with mockery in their eyes.
Song Ya could only pretend that she didn't notice, and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened, and gave orders like the mistress of the house: "Hurry up. Don't just stand there, clean up, what are you doing!"
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upstairs.
When Nan Ling went up, he saw the private styling team hired by his mother was doing Li Mo's hair. One of the makeup artists was whispering in her ear while applying foundation with a brush.
This made Li Mo laugh softly and she felt very comfortable.
Nan Ling looked to the side and saw his mother and the stylist standing in front of a row of dresses, choosing among them.
"Ma'am, how about this one?"
“The color is OK.”
"Then this one?" Song Ling put it back unsatisfied: "This style is a bit too ordinary."
The stylist conscientiously selected a new dress from the pile of dresses and showed it to her: "This one is good. I think it suits Miss Li's temperament. Take a look."
Song Ling's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand: "Let me see."
At this time, someone finally noticed Nan Ling at the door and called out, "Mr. Nan?"
The laughter in the room suddenly stopped.
Song Ling and Li Mo looked towards the door at the same time.
The young woman who had been leaning back in her chair and enjoying the service of the top styling team sat up straight with tension, her eyes following Nan Ling and her fingers clenched tightly. Even the makeup artist who was applying makeup to her could sense her nervousness and whispered to comfort her: "Ms. Li, your lip gloss hasn't dried yet, don't smudge it."
The room was originally quiet. Song Ling heard the whispers and came to her senses. She looked at her son who came in quickly and smiled, saying, "Is it you? You scared me. Nan Ling, come here quickly and help me check my clothes."
She asked the stylist to show off Xiang's new style of the season in front of Nan Ling like she was showing off a treasure, and asked happily, "What do you think of this one? Does it look good? Does it suit Momo?"
She touched the edge of her skirt and said with a smile, "She has fair skin, so this color will definitely look good on her!"
Nan Ling's eyes were cold, and he didn't deny Song Ling's respect in front of everyone, but he couldn't praise her either. He stepped forward, took Song Ling's arm, and whispered, "Mom, I have something to tell you."
Song Ling didn't understand what he meant yet, and said in confusion: "Go ahead."
"Let's talk outside."
Nan Ling went out first.
Song Ling looked at her son, then turned her head to comfort the uneasy Li Mo, "Put on your makeup first, and I'll help you choose clothes later."
(End of this chapter)