"...Yes..."
Old man?
Xiaonuan's forehead surged with a few black lines, wondering what Nangong Yaoling's reaction would be if he knew he was being defined as an old man...
"Oh, then after we return the shirt to him, we shouldn't bother with him anymore." Xia Ruize blinked at Xia Xiaonuan and said with a serious face.
"I think so too." Xiaonuan nodded enthusiastically. Her son was so understanding, his every word struck a chord in her heart.
It's just... she wondered if their mother-son wish could be realized...
"Hmm. But this old man seems difficult to deal with." Xia Ruize said casually, picking up a piece of chicken wing and elegantly started eating...
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
Even the way the little rascal ate chicken wings was so elegant, making her inevitably think of Nangong Yaoling.
When she used to eat with Nangong Yaoling, his every movement was incredibly graceful, making eating feel like an enjoyment.
And now, her son was the same.
