An Ning gave her son another kiss. "Supporting mom like this, you're such a good boy."
Yu Ziqian blushed and scratched his head. "Actually, I think Mo Ang is quite alright. Among a group of dads, he's the handsomest!"
An Ning looked at her son's vain expression and couldn't help but tease. "Having such a handsome dad must make you feel pretty proud, huh?"
"Uh-huh..." Yu Ziqian nodded seriously.
"Honestly, I think Mo Ang is quite handsome too. If he became my husband and a dad to my son and daughter, it would be a pretty impressive thing, don't you think?"
"Mom!"
"Hmm?"
Yu Ziqian smiled. "Actually, I think I should give Mo Ang a gift to show my gratitude!"
"What kind of gift do you want to give?" An Ning asked.
Yu Ziqian pulled out a paper roll from his clothes, then unrolled it to show his mom. "I drew this yesterday; I think it looks quite like him. What do you think?"
