Lin Xiangwan couldn't help feeling puzzled again. Hearing this, wasn't this the voice of a Ranran cross-dressing as a girl? "Good boy, you dare to deceive your mother!"
"Auntie... What are you talking about?" Qin Yutong asked, confused.
"Hmm, you've done a great job pretending. But you should know that even the craftiest fox cannot outwit a good hunter. You're my son, how could I not recognize your voice?" Lin Xiangwan sounded like she had everything under control.
Qin Yutong couldn't help but laugh at auntie's absurdity. The auntie was so stuck-up, mistaking her own child's voice and yet taking pleasure in it.
This was just like Lin Haoran. No wonder they were mother and son.
"Auntie, I'm really not Lin Haoran, I'm Qin Yutong!" she explained politely. "Mmm, if you don't believe me, you can ask the teacher to vouch for me!"
This tone was too official, too formal, too calm, definitely not something a playful son could come up with.
