Gu Yu's mother's voice paused for a moment before she continued, "Tell me, how could I ever bring myself to spank him hard with his congenital heart disease? This rascal, we must have owed him in our past lives."
"Mm-hm," Tang Yuran agreed, forcibly restraining her laughter and nodding continuously.
"Mom, are you talking bad about me again??"
As they were chatting away merrily, Gu Yu, holding two plates of Italian pasta, stood in the doorway with a look of resignation as he gazed at his mother.
"Don't talk nonsense. How could I talk bad about you?" Gu Yu's mother glanced at her son before smilingly saying, "I was just telling Youran about the things from when I was pregnant with you."
"Oh..." Gu Yu responded flatly, walked into the room with the plates in hand, and passed them to his parents, saying, "Well, here's some love-filled pasta I cooked for you two."
Gu Yu's mother looked down at the two plates of Italian pasta in his hands.
