The vegetables he hates most in this life are carrots, and the fruit he hates most is durian.
Thankfully, Han Mengxue didn't bring durian over, or this brat would definitely torture him to death.
An Ziqi saw him spit all the carrots into the trash can and couldn't help but speak angrily.
"No wonder Ningning is picky about food, he learned it from you."
Xiao Moli raised an eyebrow, "Who's Ningning?"
An Ziqi's lips moved, but she swallowed the words that came to her lips.
She couldn't possibly tell Xiao Moli that Ningning is their future son; if she said that, Xiao Moli would think she was crazy.
She saw him using his chopsticks to grab a rib.
An Ziqi gritted her teeth, "Xiao Moli, do you have any awareness of being someone's husband?"
"Whose husband? Yours?" Xiao Moli sneered.
"Since you know my identity, then you should know, there are many women wanting to marry me."
An Ziqi wanted to refute, but thinking of Xiao Moli's words, her heart felt overwhelmingly sour.
