Rong Xianning and Na Amo sat under the window, their heads turned in conversation, leaving half of their profiles visible in the dim light.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Yan Lu's mind, and a sentence slipped out before she could stop it.
"Professor Na, your profile looks so much like Xiao Rong's, especially the nose; even the curve of the bump is identical. There's such a mother-son resemblance."
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire room fell silent for a few seconds.
Gao Yuyue fiercely pinched Yan Lu's thigh under the table.
What nonsense are you spouting, bringing up poorly-timed topics?
Yan Lu was reminded by the pain and realized that her previous words were indeed inappropriate.
Professor Na has a biological son, after all.
Na Amo was momentarily stunned, but she wasn't upset; instead, she meticulously studied the young man's features.
