Xiao Mo laughed and reached out to poke Monica's brow, "Stop kidding, if your son could really talk, that wouldn't be human!"
"If not human, then what?" Monica suddenly said seriously and earnestly.
For some reason, Xiao Mo thought again of that night in the desert, that eerie experience. Indeed, if her people weren't human, what kind of monster were they? The thought made her shiver.
"Honey, what's up? What are you looking at?"
Monica watched as Xiao Mo stared in one direction for a long time, so she turned her head to look too, only to find there was just a dim hanging lamp there.
"Nothing...I was just thinking, what will Haosen grow up to be like?"
"Do you even need to ask? He'll definitely be like me! Mischievous, smart, with high intelligence—I'll teach him personally to take over the family business," Monica said with no small measure of pride.
