Wen Ran looked up at Mo Xiuchen, trying hard to suppress her laughter.
Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes squinted slightly, his handsome face looking gentle.
Gracefully taking his seat, his slender fingers lifted the walnut soy milk in front of him, bringing it to his nose to sniff.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his gaze lightly resting on his son, "Do I look old enough that you need to use the word 'elderly' to describe me?"
Ziyi's small face, handsome like a younger version of him, showed a pure, harmless smile. Hearing his dad's question, he calmly explained, "Dad, I originally thought you were still very young and didn't need to boost your brain. But after asking Momo and Xinxin, we indeed slept with mom last night. Isn't that right, Mom?"
Wen Ran's eyes flickered; she certainly couldn't lie to her kids.
