After a moment, Summer Shawcross was amused by him, reaching out to rub his little head.
"Alright, I'll wait for you to grow up!" She said jokingly.
Seeing her agree, the little one showed a happy smile.
Summer's mood instantly improved, and she glanced at Yancy Shaw sitting in the passenger seat, teasing him.
"Mr. Shaw, such an adorable child, other than his looks, he doesn't resemble you at all!"
How could a man as rigid-looking as Yancy Shaw have raised such a cute child?
Listening to Summer's words, Yancy Shaw not only wasn't displeased but actually chuckled.
"Probably takes after his mother."
When he met Raina, they were both only seventeen, and back then, her lively and adorable nature indeed resembled their son.
It was the first time Summer heard Yancy mention Nathaniel's mother; she paused, her mind filled with curiosity, and finally couldn't help but ask.
"His mother is..."
