He quickly moved the wine bottle aside and wiped the table with a napkin.
Nangong Zhongli couldn't help joking, "Brother, look, Shaochen is so excited at the thought of becoming an uncle."
Nangong Yaoling curled his lips, tapped his fingertips on the wine glass, and did not reply.
Xia Xiaonuan frowned slightly, looking nervously at Liang Shaochen.
Liang Shaochen glanced up at Nangong Zhongli, smiled gently, and said, "Even if I'm not an uncle, we can still be family, that's certain."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Zhongli's face turned as pale as paper in an instant.
She was just joking about Xiaonuan's child, but he had instantly dismissed her!
If he became an uncle, wouldn't that mean that he and she had no connection at all?
Xia Xiaonuan looked at Liang Shaochen and suddenly felt that Shaochen seemed a bit different.
She couldn't pinpoint the difference, but this time, he seemed to have become more profound.
This kind of Nan Mo made her feel a bit uneasy.
