The young boy sounded so sensible and grew up with his words of concern.
Ming Ansheng gazed tenderly at the boy who stood in front of him. He stroked his hair and replied, "I'm not tired. I will go to sleep soon."
"Daddy, you smell of smoke." Beibei wrinkled his nose, and he fanned the air with his hand.
Ming Ansheng raised an eyebrow. "Am I gross?"
"You're not." Beibei shook his head. "We are both men and I don't think it's gross. But my future stepmother would think so."
It stunned Ming Ansheng. "Stepmother?"
Beibei replied, "That pretty sister I saw was the same woman in the photo inside your wallet."
He carefully surveyed Ming Ansheng's expression and noticed that his smile had disappeared. He hung his head low and muttered, "Grandmother told me that you loved her."
"You're still so young. What do you know about love?" Ming Ansheng suddenly broke into a grin as he caressed his head.
