Lan Mu raised his eyebrows seriously, "Do I look like I'm joking with you?"
Li Sufen instantly felt her blood pressure rise, lifted her hand to her forehead, rubbing the area with her thumb, "Why would you have children when you're barely this old, who's going to take care of the child? I'm not doing it. You can leave them with a nanny. When you were little, just taking care of you made me age rapidly in those few years."
As she spoke, she even touched her own face.
She didn't want to recall the hardships of raising a child.
Too terrifying.
Li Sufen's face was full of resistance, and the fear in her eyes made Yan Zao almost want to laugh.
She knew that among Li Sufen's several children, only Lan Mu had been raised by her hands since he was small, so she was well aware of how Lan Mu must have tormented her back then.
Just how mischievous he was to instill such fear in the old lady at the mere thought of caring for a child.
