Mo Yinhe snorted, "Old-fashioned! You really are an old man. As long as I don't tell and you don't tell, how could Mom possibly know we're scheming behind her back? Are we just going to leave it to fate? You really have no clue how to make a woman happy. If my mom hadn't picked you herself, you'd probably be single forever."
Ye Junqing slammed the newspaper down on the table beside him, "Was it your mom picking me first, or did she have you first?"
That brat, his little fishy, was it not him who reeled her in?
If it weren't for that kid Li Yu causing trouble, he would have already won the little fishy's heart, and maybe instead of three kids, he'd have five by now!
It'd be best if all five were daughters; he doesn't like sons anymore!
Indeed, women are better, can't escape the truth of preference!
Mo Yinhe quickly finished his bath, crawled out of the tub, and started drying himself, "In any case, I can't let my mom lose!"
"You really don't trust your mom's abilities?"
