The next second.
"Mom, what are you daydreaming about?"
Duan Fei's smile froze, "What do you mean? You even set your picture with her as your profile photo, isn't it..."
"Isn't what?" Rong Zidu countered.
Duan Fei was almost confused by her son, furrowing her brows in puzzlement, "Dudu, what do you mean exactly?"
Rong Zidu laughed, stood up, and wrapped an arm around his mom's shoulder, "Alright mom, don't overthink. It'll cause wrinkles, and be careful or dad might dislike you..."
"He wouldn't dare!" Duan Fei blurted out, "I haven't even started disliking him yet, a guy of his age, he's practically an old geezer..."
"Mom, do you have the guts to say that in front of dad?"
Duan Fei smiled proudly, "Why wouldn't I dare?"
It's just that after saying it each time, someone tends to rub it in for a while.
Rong Zidu nodded, "Mom, you've really worked hard."
Duan Fei: "???"
**
After dinner, Rong Zidu headed upstairs.
