"Your son is bringing people home." Listening to the conversation between the two children opposite her, Qin Xue's mouth twitched repeatedly. This kid is really something; does he know who the other person is? He's thinking about bringing them home, but the other person might not even want to come.
"You gave birth to him." Chu Molin shifted his head to a more comfortable position, speaking with his eyes closed, only a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, I can't even argue with that." Qin Xue was silenced. Chu Molin meant that she was the type who likes to bring people home, and their son, being her child, is just learning from her.
"Don't worry, unless there's an accident, the other party won't go." Although Chu Molin hasn't interacted with them, a woman with a big belly daring to go out with her child means she has already thought out her plan; whatever happens in between, she won't change her mind.
