The attendant squatted down again, looked at the boy, and asked, "What's your mommy's name?"
"Mommy is..." The little boy thought long and hard, his chubby cheeks scrunching up, before finally shouting, "She's called 'Kid's Mom'!"
"PFFT—"
An Ning couldn't help but let out a laugh. Lin Cuihua also struggled to hold back, biting her lip. This little kid was just too amusing.
The attendant felt a headache coming on, but she patiently continued, "Then what's your daddy's name?"
"He's called... 'You heartless monster.'"
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH— COUGH, COUGH, COUGH— I need some water, need some water, my throat's killing me."
An Ning turned away with a deadpan expression, picked up her water bottle, twisted it open, and took a sip.
But even after she tilted the bottle a full 180 degrees, only a single drop fell out. The air thickened with a hint of embarrassment.
