He hid his resentment and bitterness and smiled innocently.
"Don't try to pacify me with your glib tongue, all you know is how to annoy me. And you're still claiming that it's love."
There wasn't a mother who wouldn't like having their child sweet talk her, especially from a good-looking son. Madam Mu Li was just like any other mother.
She had scolded her son, but actually, she didn't mean it. The smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
In the kitchen, sizzling sounds could be heard.
The ingredients were in the wok!
Mu Li glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and through the frosted glass door, she could see the tiny figure bustling inside. Her heart was filled with an indescribable fondness.
She pulled out the chair next to Yan Rusheng and sat down. She inched closer to him and asked softly, "Son, you're already 25, when are you going to give me a grandchild?"
