Ming Mei chuckled and said, "Of course it's wonderful, my Xizeer is great, you know, he really dotes on me."
It was rare for them to meet, and they unwittingly talked for a long time. By the time Xizeer and Beitang Qing came to hurry them along, it was almost midnight.
Only then did Ming Mei remember that pregnant women need rest, so she hurriedly left with Xizeer.
Beitang Qing arranged two rooms for them, and Ming Mei placed her luggage together with Xizeer's. She leaned on the door frame of Xizeer's room and said, "Son, how about we stay together?"
Xizeer frowned, "No."
Ming Mei didn't budge, "Xizeer, my sweet son, sleep with mom, we're in a strange place, and mom won't be able to sleep at night."
Xizeer raised an eyebrow, "Don't think I don't know, you've stayed here for a long time before, is this a strange place to you?"
Xizeer mercilessly exposed Ming Mei's lie.
Ming Mei pouted, saying her son was too heartless.
