Upon going out, she went straight downstairs. Po Xiaoyan and Yun Luoying were already seated at the dining table, ready to instruct Aunt Liu to call her for dinner.
"Mommy."
Xia Tianxing greeted them and sat down at the table.
Po Xiaoyan looked behind her curiously, "Hey, where's Yuntian?"
Xia Tianxing looked up nonchalantly, "Mommy, didn't you say he went to work at the company? He probably hasn't come back yet."
"Cough, cough."
Po Xiaoyan was choked by the soup she just swallowed and touched her nose, glancing sympathetically upstairs, secretly lighting a candle in her heart for her son.
Yun Luoying pursed his lips and smiled, raising his hand to gently pat her back.
"Take it slow, you're an adult now."
"Are you calling me old?" Po Xiaoyan immediately looked up and glared at him.
"No, how could I dislike you?" Yun Luoying said helplessly to comfort her.
Po Xiaoyan said angrily, "You obviously do, look at your impatient tone, that's clearly disdain."
