Chapter 3 I Will Become Your Proudest Son
An Nan, who had already driven away from Fifth Avenue, suddenly sneezed abruptly. An Jiayou, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately grinned at her and said, "An Nan, some handsome guy is thinking about you."
An Nan, who was driving, couldn't reach out with her hands and could only roll her eyes, "An Jiayou, don't be disrespectful, call me Mom."
With a nonchalant pout, An Jiayou said, "An Nan, you're only twenty-eight, and I'm twelve. Did you have me when you were sixteen?"
His twelve-year-old face showed signs of premature maturity, but already those features could drive young girls crazy. This made An Nan particularly heartbroken.
Involuntarily, her voice softened a bit, "Jiayou, no matter what, you're Mom's son."
Twelve-year-old An Jiayou, upon hearing her words, suddenly got angry, "An Nan, I know you love me, but I hope you won't keep giving up the happiness you deserve for my sake. I'm not your burden, and the An Family isn't your burden. You should have your own life."
His words left An Nan deeply shocked, and after the shock, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
After venting his anger, An Jiayou regretted it. His lowered gaze was filled with remorse. Understanding his importance in An Nan's heart, how could he have been so angry with her?
An Jiayou raised his eyes resolutely, ready to apologize, but noticed the absence of anger on her face, even a curious smile. "An Nan, why are you smiling?"