"How could my dad ever fall for someone like you?" the little guy wondered, looking puzzled.
Kids might speak thoughtlessly, but his words still made her feel somewhat downhearted, "Then should I call your dad and ask him to come back and spend time with you?"
Chengcheng pursed his lips and huffed, "Ha, I knew you weren't my mom!"
What now?
He looked at her discontentedly, "My aunt takes me out to play whenever she has time, but you don't. What kind of mom doesn't spend time playing with her own son?"
"..."
Gu Nanqiao held her forehead, knowing she couldn't fuss over things with a child. Even if she only had the patience of a dime, she'd have to squeeze out the effort of a dozen.
And on second thought, wasn't this precisely a sign that Chengcheng was willing to spend time with her?
Although he still resisted outwardly, deep down, he was gradually accepting her.
She compromised, "Okay, then I won't call your father. I'll take you out to play today."
