While driving her mother and brother to the hotel for a meal, Cao Yong, based on the phone call earlier, could imagine her being so focused in the operating room that she wouldnât have time to think about anything else.
So he had to take her place and take good care of her mother and brother.
Sitting in Brother Caoâs fancy car, Xie Youtianâs little hands touched the beautiful leather seats hesitantly, afraid to cause any trouble.
Sun Rongfang initially wanted to ride in her daughterâs car, but seeing her daughter and boyfriend in the same car, she quickly decided not to be the third wheel with her son.
Sitting in the car of this handsome guy, Dr. Cao, Sun Rongfang felt comfortable, at least her son was behaving in front of the handsome brother.
Along the way, Cao Yong turned on the car radio to play music for her mother.
Listening to the music, Sun Rongfang gazed out the car window at the urban neon landscape flashing by, reminiscing about her daughterâs years of work and study here. Her daughter only loves filling her head with books, sometimes afraid she couldnât keep up with the urban trends.
"Dr. Cao."
Hearing her motherâs inquiry, Cao Yong immediately responded: "Auntie, go ahead."
"My daughter is interning at your hospital. Does she, besides her studies, seem clueless about other things?" Sun Rongfang asked worriedly. She, as a mother, knows best about her daughterâs clumsy interpersonal skills. Mostly, this handsome young man in front of her, not just handsome, seems decent, making it a good chance to inquire privately about her daughter.
"Not at all," Cao Yong said confidently. The junior sister is loved by everyone; there are almost no people at the hospital who dislike her.
Really? Sun Rongfang was quite surprised, feeling the need to honestly point out her daughterâs shortcomings: "Yingying isnât so good at talking."
The junior sister canât be said to be bad at talking; itâs the way smart people talk. Those who donât like her way of talking are mostly not very clever themselves. Cao Yong recalled her serious and insistent talking manner, smiling as he said: "Auntie, whether someone is good at talking isnât judged by whatâs said, but by whether the person speaking has a sincere and kind heart."
Ears listening to this handsome guy praising her daughterâs shortcomings to the heavens, Sun Rongfang thought: People here are truly well-mannered.
Suddenly, her son spoke up: "Brother, do you like my sister?"
Sun Rongfang was startled and looked at her son.
With his little hand clutching onto the sleeve of Brother Caoâs oversized shirt, the happy little Xie Youtian wasnât aware he spoke something inappropriate. When his small eyes made contact with his motherâs gaze, the mother and son were briefly locked in a stare-off.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Sun Rongfang hurriedly covered her sonâs mouth. Kids shouldnât speak carelessly, especially not such awkward words. What if it made Brother feel embarrassed?
With his mouth covered by his mom, Xie Youtianâs slow little head was momentarily caught off guard, not forgetting to glance at Brother Cao driving upfront, his little eyes asking: Brother, did I say something wrong?
Brother Caoâs handsome features reflected in the windshield ahead, his eyes, beautiful and smiling, seemed to hear what he said, subtly hinting at something.
The youngster seemed to understand what Brother intended to convey. Xie Youtian thought and thus tugged at Brother Caoâs coat, feeling no distance between himself and the brother.
Sun Rongfang sighed, ah, somehow her sonâs instant familiarity with the brother was hard to explain.