"Spit it out, what did you call me for?" It's the same old saying, no one knows a son better than his mother. No matter how capable Lin Mubai is, he still can't escape Lan Yiqing's grasp.
For the first time, Young Master Lin felt a bit guilty, reached out to touch his nose, unsure how to start: "Well, Mom..."
It's rare to see her son hesitant to speak, so Lan Yiqing was surprised. She then teased him over the phone: "Baby, why are you hesitating? Did you do something you shouldn't have against your mom?"
"I didn't! I just wanted to ask if there's any way to relieve a woman's stomach ache during that time of the month," Lin Mubai blurted out.
Both ends of the phone fell silent.
After a while, a hesitant voice from Lan Yiqing was heard: "I distinctly remember I gave birth to a son, how did it become a daughter?"
On the other end, Lin Mubai felt like coughing up blood. What's up with the nerves of this mom of his? He always feels he can't keep up with her level of thinking.
