"I will treat Yaoyao well," Bo Jinlan nodded solemnly.
"Yaoyao, you too," Rong Ying continued, "Although my son is packaged like a perfect success, he is still a person. He's not without flaws, so be more understanding and give him the opportunity to grow and change. If you really can't stand it one day, auntie won't force you. Like I always say, for a woman, a man is not everything. If he's no good, then it's no big deal—we can just dump him and find someone new..."
Bo Jinlan initially felt comforted, but the more he listened, the more something felt off, until finally he couldn't help but speak up, "Mom, I'm still here."
Rong Ying laughed again, "Alright, I'm going to security check, you both go back."
Jiang Yaoyao hurriedly waved, "Goodbye, auntie."
Bo Jinlan, with his arm around her shoulder, said, "Mom, send me a WeChat message when you get to New York."
Rong Ying nodded with a smile, "Got it."
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