An Ning burst out laughing, "I can't believe you, if I went empty-handed, I would be nagged by grandma and mom for a lifetime."
Yu Jingchen smiled, "I've already prepared the gifts, no need to pick them out anymore."
An Ning looked around, "Really?"
Yu Jingchen pinched An Ning's nose, "Would I lie to you?"
"Alright then," An Ning smiled, "since you prepared the gifts, if grandma and mom don't like them, they'll blame you, not me."
"Heh..." Yu Jingchen chuckled.
Seeing his exceptionally joyful face, An Ning felt strange one second, then quickly realized why the next.
Damn it.
Embarrassed, she had been calling her 'mom' too soon.
She wasn't even recognized by the family yet, and there she was, calling her 'mom' on a whim.
No wonder he laughed.
"I misspoke, I should have called her 'aunty,'" An Ning said softly.
Yu Jingchen, who was driving, held the steering wheel with one hand and pinched her cheek with the other, "For now, I support you calling her 'aunty.'"