She opened her mouth to protest, to tell him that such a name was far too intimate.
But when she looked up, she met An Mo's "innocent" expression. He looked so sincere, so gentle, as if he truly just thought it was a more convenient way to speak.
"Qinglan is such a long name." An Mo continued, his voice dripping with honey.
"Why not Lan Lan? It suits you. It's such a cute name for such a cute female."
Su Qinglan's mouth twitched. Cute? She was a mother of three! She was a survivor! But looking at his "refined" face, she found herself unable to be rude.
She swallowed her pride and sighed. "As you please," she muttered. It doesn't matter anyway. Once he takes the little girl, I'll never see him again.
But just as she thought that, An Mo's attention shifted. His gaze moved past her shoulder toward the blanket pile, and his eyes suddenly widened in genuine surprise.
