Wen Jiaren listened to Lan Ling's words and felt that she and her son were spoiling her rhythm too.
Mu Xiao was in a good mood, grinning at Lan Ling as he replied, "I'm happy about it, I'm willing."
Lan Ling clutched her chest, feigning hurt. "I'm so heartbroken!"
Usually, at this time, Mu Xiao would comfort Lan Ling by saying something like, "When I grow up, I will also buy you delicious food and beautiful clothes," but instead, he threw this line at her, "You could also find a man to cherish you, and even have a bunch of cute babies. I think Uncle An Ying is not bad."
An Ying stiffened, and Lan Ling said nonchalantly, "Him? Forget it! If I were with him, I'd either suffocate or get bored to death. He's just a cold block of wood, not my ideal man."
An Ying's tightly clenched hand slowly relaxed, frustration building up inside him as he coldly said, "I'm not interested in you."
