Mu Dixin's expression changed, and she reluctantly made another call to her.
Mu Ran, who was washing up, didn't answer.
Mu Dixin was furious, looking resentfully at his wife, "Look at her, she's really too much!"
"Yes, I'll help you teach her a lesson." Feng Qikuo called Mu Ran.
Mu Ran had just finished washing up, so she answered the call with a simple "Hello, what's up? Are you two taking turns calling me?"
"Didn't I say I wanted to try out the feeling of taking care of a kid before? Bring Xiao Jin over." Feng Qikuo said.
"I don't think Xiao Jin is a good reference. He's too well-behaved, too excellent, too sensible. With our family's genes, it's impossible to have such a child. Of course, you could hope that your genes would somehow dominate ours to have a child who is emotionally stable. Otherwise, your child will just be a short-tempered, unlikeable brat!"
Mu Ran spoke bluntly.
Mu Dixin's face turned as black as ink.
