Wen Rufeng recalled some funny stories from the past. "Do you remember that time you made such a noise in the room, oh... none of us slept well that night!"
Even though a long time had passed, An Ning's face still turned red. "Mom, let's not talk about the past."
"If only time could stay in that moment," Wen Rufeng suddenly said. "That Mo Ang is something else, daring to compare himself to my son, he should take a look at what he is."
An Ning asked quietly. "Mom, why do you always talk about Mo Ang?"
Wen Rufeng blushed, noticing this issue. "Yes, why do I keep mentioning him?"
"..." An Ning stayed silent.
Wen Rufeng thought for a moment. "I don't know either, but somehow Mo Ang really reminds me of your husband!"
"Do you think so too?"
"But I don't know why, they don't look the same, their voices are different, if you had to find a similarity, it's the height." Wen Rufeng said, puzzled.
