Youyou coolly answered, "It's not enough that you like my mommy; she has to like you, too."
Mu Yazhe's lips twitched a little as he was slightly overcome by the child's tyranny and haughtiness.
The boy was indeed his son; every word and every action of his had a bearing of a reigning lord!
Youyou was charmingly smiling. This elegant smile was fitting for a little gentleman.
"Mu Yazhe, you'd better get this right. You may think that your love is a blessing for women, but that's for other women and not relevant to my mommy! To my mother, this is a basic foundation in a relationship. She is pretty, kind, and gentle. Plus, she has me, her son, to love her. If you want to be with my mommy, love has to go both ways. You understand?"
"Er? Does that mean that I still have a chance?" the man asked.
The boy gave him a sidelong glance and snorted. "Yes, but it depends on your performance!"
