The son's voice sounded no different from usual—clear and cool, with a slightly deep tone.
But if you listen carefully, you can detect that his tone actually carries a trace... of tenderness.
Whenever he talks about you, it's always with tenderness.
Shen Bijun suddenly felt a bit of a toothache, feeling stuffed with dog food.
Her emotions were complex.
She never expected that one day she would actually be overwhelmed by the excessive displays of affection from her own son...
You're not my son, give my son back to me!
This thought just flashed through her mind momentarily. Holding up her cell phone, her wrist, adorned with a jadeite bracelet, appeared even more snow-white and slender. She said, "Hmph, got a wife and forgot about mom, am I some kind of ugly monster to you?"
"Of course not."
Gong Yeyan remembered Ming Ge had said she wasn't mentally prepared, so he would just wait until she was ready to meet the parents.
