"You little rascal, do you not take your dad and me seriously at all? Can't even make a call on this day?"
Park Jinsuk's scolding made Liu Xin'an feel a massive headache. Whose birthday was it again, his or his mom's?
"It's my birthday, not yours. Shouldn't you be the one calling me instead?"
"Get lost, your birth date is the day of your mom's suffering. Can't tell which is more important?"
"Ah, yes, I'm terribly sorry, my dear mother. How have you been feeling?"
Liu Xin'an responded to his mom, his tone respectful enough to make the woman on the other end of the phone chuckle.
"That's more like it. Happy birthday, you little brat. What do you want for your gift this year?"
It was a tradition in Liu Xin'an's family that as long as you weren't married, you were always a child at home.
So beyond teasing her son, Park Jinsuk was calling to find out what Liu Xin'an wanted for his birthday.
