Williams had just changed into a clean white shirt and was sitting on the sofa with a mature and steady aura, especially as he praised my mom to the skies.
"Are you Harper's sister? Didn't Auntie just ask me to answer the phone? Where is she?"
My mom laughed so hard she cried: "I'm his mom."
Williams widened his eyes in surprise, his handsome face full of disbelief: "How can that be?"
My mom cheerfully asked: "Oh please, at my age, don't tease me. When did you two get together? What do you do for work? What do your parents do?"
"Mom, don't ask those kinds of questions." I thought young people usually dislike these topics, and Williams probably wouldn't be happy.
Unexpectedly, Williams calmly replied: "I've had a crush on Harper for many years but never had the chance to say anything,
