"Alright, Mommy will wait for you."
Jian Yufei smiled as she hung up the phone.
She turned her head to look at Ruan Tianling: "Prepare a gift for the child."
Ruan Tianling raised an eyebrow: "A gift?"
"Yes, it's only proper to prepare a gift when you're officially meeting him."
"I am the father, and he is the son. Since when does a father prepare gifts for his son?" Ruan Tianling said with some disdain.
Jian Yufei was speechless, "Ansel is just over four years old and has never grown up around his parents. What's wrong with preparing a gift for him?"
Ruan Tianling put down the newspaper, furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, "I don't know what to give."
Jian Yufei immediately smiled and said, "What you give is not important, what matters is your intention. Take your time to think, I'm going to check on Mo Lan."
With that, she stood up and left the room.
