Hearing her son's words, Yan Xinxin almost spit out her milk.
With her cheeks flushed red, she turned to glance at the man calmly eating breakfast.
This guy—it's all his fault. Xi must have gone looking for her when he got up to use the bathroom last night...
"Xinxin, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Chenxi blinked his beautiful big eyes and pressed his question.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
Yan Xinxin smiled lightly, grabbed a tissue, and wiped her son's little mouth.
"Alright now, hurry up and finish your breakfast. It's late; you don't want to be late for school."
"I won't be late. Chuxi Dad is driving me, remember?"
Pfft—
"Xi, what… what did you just call him?"
Yan Xinxin looked completely dumbfounded and shocked.
"Chuxi Dad!"
Yan Chenxi answered naturally, his soft and handsome little face full of seriousness and certainty.
"Why are you calling him Dad? He's not your Dad!"
Yan Xinxin's face turned red as she hurried to correct him.
