Boss: "My son has a bad temper and doesn't like to get close to others."
Xie Yan helplessly asked the little guy who was holding his thigh and wouldn't let go: "Little friend, where do you live? Will aunt take you home?"
"Mu has a home!"
Boss: "My son hates women and only recognizes me as his father!"
Xie Yan: "Poor little boy, where is your father? Do you have a contact number?"
"There is no father!"
Boss: "My son is a picky eater and only eats world-class ingredients, freshly shipped by air."
The little bald baby was sitting on the lap of old Aunt Xie Yan, with a big bun in her left hand and a big chicken drumstick in her right hand. She was chewing until her mouth was full of oil: "It smells so good!"
Boss: "My son is stingy and never spends a penny."
Bald doll: "Auntie, I will support you!"
