Rong Lin had been fixated on the head-pat for a while now. After taking the glass of water Lan Jin handed to him and taking a sip, he quickly lowered his head with a face full of longing.
Qin Yin subconsciously furrowed his brows, "Brat, what did you just call her? Madam Mother?"
Rong Lin glared at him defiantly, "Mind your own business. What if she is my Madam Mother? I'm her husky she raised."
Hearing the first part, Qin Yin's face turned cold, but upon hearing the second part, he first looked shocked, then his expression turned to one of understanding, seeming as if he was looking at someone with a mental disability.
After all this time, the Madam Mother relationship was master and dog?
"Tch, you're really something, kid."
Qin Yin felt Rong Lin might have a problem in his head and couldn't help but look at him with pity, then hooked his lip wickedly, "If you call her Madam Mother, doesn't that mean you should call me 'Dad'?"
