Yun Mingrui drove home and saw that the living room lights were still on.
"Back already?"
When Yun Mingrui heard the voice, he looked toward its source, "Mom, haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Seeing her son looking pleased with himself, Meng Yunhan remarked, "It's still early; it's only just past eight."
Yun Mingrui cleared his throat, "Mom, is there anything to eat?"
With a smile brimming with warmth, Meng Yunhan asked, "Haven't had dinner yet? How could you be so busy that you missed a meal? Mom will make something for you."
Yun Mingrui felt a twinge of guilt, "Mom, it's getting late, you should go to sleep earlier. I can just whip up something quick for myself."
Meng Yunhan pretended not to notice her son's expression, "Niuniu is pregnant, so your Aunt fears she won't be able to come to Kyoto until after Niuniu has given birth."
Yun Mingrui was first shocked, then elated, "Really? I can't believe I'm going to be an uncle. Niuniu's pregnant, how many months now?"
