Su Qing looked at Chen Nan with a dazed expression, her eyes full of tenderness and love.
This was the first time she had done this kind of thing in the kitchen.
It was a different kind of thrill.
"Baby, can you hurry up? My son will be back soon!" Su Qing bit her red lips lightly, worried that her son would throw a tantrum if he found out she hadn't finished cooking.
Chen Nan grinned and said, "Am I not your son?"
"Stop it!" Su Qing's face turned red, but her eyes showed a determined look, "We can be any kind of relationship, but we can never be mother and son."
Chen Nan couldn't help but shudder, as he had been comforting Su Qing but had ignored the sanctity of the mother-son relationship.
"Auntie, my apologies." Chen Nan apologized, but then a mischievous smile appeared on his face. "You said we could be any kind of relationship, so can you call me 'daddy'?"
Although Su Qing had called him husband, baby, sweetheart.
