"You're really something, aren't you? My son is also your son, isn't he? What kind of mother curses her own child like that?"
Liu Mang grumbled at Lu Mengyao with annoyance.
Last time she lost a bet, she went back on her word. Although she spoke so confidently this time, who knew if she would renege again? To think she'd joke about her own son, how could she be a mother in the future?
The more Lu Mengyao listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Pointing at her own nose, she yelled at Liu Mang, "What nonsense are you spouting? Why on earth would my son also be your son? Have you taken a good look at yourself from head to toe to see what's there to like about you, why would I fancy you, how could you ever get the chance to be chased by me?"
"I think it's very likely," Liu Mang said as he looked at the hot-bodied Lu Mengyao. This woman was in great shape and beautiful; their future child would definitely be adorable. "Just wait to be the mother of my kids."
