The aunt warmed up the breakfast meant for Xin Xiaoxiao. As Xin Xiaoxiao ate, Lun Shujun watched her silently with a smile.
Xin Xiaoxiao was unsure of what she was plotting.
Patiently, she waited for her to speak, sipping slowly on her bird's nest porridge.
"Xiaoxiao."
Finally, Lady Lun Shujun spoke up.
Xin Xiaoxiao looked over, raising an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
She wanted to see what she was scheming just now.
Lun Shujun frowned, "You're wearing my son's ring, yet you still call me auntie?"
Xin Xiaoxiao immediately corrected herself, "Mom."
In this family, she only felt a bit uneasy in front of President Xiang.
In front of the old man and Lun Shujun, she didn't consider herself an outsider anymore, so the word 'Mom' rolled off her tongue naturally.
"I like how straightforward you are." Lun Shujun praised Xin Xiaoxiao, then slightly restrained her smile and asked, "Is your dad still against you and Qingqing being together?"
