Mom Bo was beside herself with anger, "You wish, son! I do want grandkids, but the baby is so small right now. How can you be so irresponsible at your age? How can you expect the baby to like you?"
Bo Yan was taken aback and, uncertain, turned to look at Yuran, "Baby, if you start to not like me, I really wouldn't know what to do with myself."
Yuran, "I won't."
Mom Bo, frustrated and disappointed, sighed heavily and pulled Yuran away from her son to the side, "You girl, how can you let him lead you by the nose like this?
Do you understand that you're the one at a disadvantage, huh? Oh, it really worries me. I know my own son. You're definitely going to be at a disadvantage."
Yuran was caught between laughter and tears, holding Mom Bo's hand, and looked up at Bo Yan, "Xiaoqi, why don't you make dinner?"
Mom Bo, incredulous, gaped at her son and then saw him smile helplessly before he turned and entered the kitchen. In all his years, Mom Bo had never seen him cook.
