"No matter how old he is, he's still my son." Po Xiaoyan pushed him away with a bit of annoyance and got up to the bedside.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay?" Yun Luoying sighed helplessly, stepped forward, bent down to take off her shoes, then lifted her legs onto the bed, allowing her to lie down comfortably.
No wonder Xiao Chengyu had kicked his son out of the house early on; evidently, whenever the son was at home, his own status took a nosedive.
"This brat already found a wife, let him hurry up and get married, so you don't have to worry about him every day."
Saying this, he turned off the light on the side, leaving only two warm-colored bedside lamps on, then lay down beside her.
"You make it sound so easy." Po Xiaoyan frowned, turned over in bed, and faced away from him.
