Li Luo sat on the sofa, her long, beautiful legs crossed, drinking tea from a disposable paper cup.
Nearly fifty years old, Li Luo looked valiant and heroic, with skin as white and tender as a young girl in her twenties, without a trace of wrinkles.
This starkly contrasted with Ye Tiance, whose skin was wrinkled and showed signs of aging.
These two walking together could easily be mistaken for a pair of children by those who didn't know better.
"I just called your son, said I was his dad, and he replied that he was my grandfather, and then he blocked me." Ye Tiance's face was as dark as coal.
"Nonsense."
Li Luo rolled her eyes, annoyed, "If I had been alone outside since childhood and suddenly someone called claiming to be my father, I'd definitely curse them worse than my beloved son did."
Ye Tiance: "..."
They hadn't even met yet, and she was already calling him her beloved son.
What would happen if they actually met?
