It was almost evening when Xia Jingshu brought out the last dish she made. The white dining table was wiped clean and graced with a set of beautiful utensils. Xia untied her apron, smiling, but she paused when she spotted her son still sticking around.
"Didn't I send you downstairs to invite her to dinner? What are you still doing here?" Xia barked at her phone-staring son and tried to snatch his black phone.
Hao stood up in a scowl, leaving the phone on the couch.
"Mom, I said I don't like her. Why are you so obsessed?" He groaned in discontent. Truth is, he wanted to see her, but it also bothered him that she's pregnant with someone else's child.
"Then find someone you like!" Xia gripped her son's sleeves, "You picky bastard. You're not young anymore, time is not on your side of preference!"
She thought the girl seemed fairly fine, good senses and good manners, way better than the Annie he had fallen for.
