"Ning Yanan, you're the godmother yet you want Tingye to call me uncle? Then whom do you want him to call godfather? Mo Xiyan?"
"..."
Ning Yanan frowned, disliking his aggressive approach.
Their issues always had to involve Mo Xiyan.
As if not having something happen with Mo Xiyan meant she was letting him down.
"If you want Tingye to call me uncle, that's fine, but first you have to let him start calling you aunt. Otherwise, no deal, this godfather role is mine!"
"Suit yourself."
Ning Yanan didn't think there was anything about this topic worth arguing over, and after playing with Tingye for a while, she looked at the well-behaved little guy in her arms and felt a stir in her heart.
If their child were still here, would he have been as cute as little Tingye after being born?
Every time she thought about this, Ning Yanan felt an unspeakable sourness in her heart.
