Fan Shaoming laughed, "Now that he has you, he doesn't remember his old man at all."
"Why do I hear a hint of jealousy in your voice?"
"I'm jealous," Fan Shaoming candidly admitted.
"Jealous of your son, or jealous of me?"
Su Xiaoyue teasingly joked with him.
"Both."
"Too bad you're not coming home for dinner tonight, otherwise I could treat you to another pickled cabbage feast."
Fan Shaoming giggled, "Don't you care if my teeth get sore from the sourness?"
"They're your teeth, if you don't care about them, why should I?"
"Heartless."
"You still want me even though I'm heartless?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter what kind of person you are, I still want you. Honey, I miss you, I love you, I..."
"Enough, stop using cheesy lines as if they're funny. Go and tend to your business," Su Xiaoyue chuckled, cutting off the man's flowery declarations.
Fan Shaoming grumbled about her lack of taste.
"Screeeech—"
