Mo Ang heard An Ning's words and criticized over the phone, "What's going on with you? Why do you go whenever Chairman Wen tells you to? What position are you putting me in?"
An Ning wrinkled her nose and tapped on Yu Jingchen's head in the photo with her finger. "What position do you think I put you in? Of course, as a son."
"Haha..." Mo Ang laughed. "Are you suggesting I marry into the Yu Family?"
"Keep dreaming; the Yu Family doesn't have room for you!"
"Nonsense, how could such a big house not fit me? Even ten of me would have a place, right?" Mo Ang chuckled.
"Haha... Even if there's room, would you dare come? Just think about how many enemies you have here..."
"Not that many enemies, at least I still have one staunch supporter... I really like Xinxin to bits." Mo Ang inadvertently revealed his fondness for the child again, with such deep longing in his tone, wishing he could hold the child in his arms immediately.
