"Girl, how about we make dumplings for lunch?" Wang Shuyun suggested, even though they had just finished breakfast.
Yang Yunhai was at a loss, "Lingling has plans at noon."
Frustrating!
He took back his previous thought that his mother was not bad.
"Haha, I'm really getting senile," Wang Shuyun laughed and tapped her own head, "You young folks are at the sweet stage, I won't be the third wheel."
"We won't disturb you."
With that, she signaled Yang Aiguo with her eyes, "Let's go."
Yang Yunhai, "..."
Their self-awareness was almost hard for him to believe.
Was this really his old mother?
"Oh, by the way, come home tonight, we're going to a nice place tomorrow," Wang Shuyun stepped back and said to Gu Lingling, "Don't forget to come back early."
It'd be nice if you could get back before dinner.
But she didn't dare say this in front of Yang Yunhai.
