"It's just a dog, no need to blow things out of proportion. If Hehe likes it, let him keep it for a while."
Lu Chenyuan frowned lightly, "Ou is also your grandson."
Xu Qingli said, "When did I not treat Ou like my own grandson? If it wasn't for the child, would I have let you marry Lin Yan?"
As Lu Chenyuan listened, the more outrageous it sounded, "You can say that to me, but don't say it to Lin Yan. Who I want to marry, isn't that my own decision? Parental orders and matchmaker's words are things of the past."
Xu Qingli didn't know what was going on, every time she talked with her son, they ended up parting on bad terms.
It was so hard to communicate between mother and son. She gave birth to two sons, each more disappointing than the other.
She regretted not having a daughter back then; daughters are caring, not like sons, who seem like they're born for other people.
