Lan Haoyang coughed nervously, "I promise not to sell the news! I swear! You, without any noise, suddenly have such a big son. You're going to kill me! Considering our many years of friendship, you should have given me a heads-up to prepare myself!"
Leng Sichen glanced at him, "I have a son, what do you need to prepare for?"
"Hey, you still say such things! Before neither of us was married, every time my parents pushed me, I used to say, 'Leng Sichen also isn't married.' Now look, you've even got a son! After tonight, everyone knows, and sooner or later, my parents will find out, too. I'm about to be kicked out and left homeless because of you! This is all your fault!" Lan Haoyang said despairingly.
Leng Sichen: "..."
"Hurry, hurry, tell me, what's the deal with that kid? Who the hell is the mother? And, this Miss Nangong, why does she look so familiar?" Lan Haoyang was a curious soul, a typical gossip.
