A Jar of Face Cream

When the car reached the entrance of the Juyuan residential complex, Liu Yuewang slowly pulled over, a deeply contemplative expression appearing on her face. An Nuan frowned. Whenever her mother wore that expression while pondering something outside her professional field, An Nuan always had the urge to interrupt her.

But she also knew that whenever Professor Liu seriously contemplated some random nonsense, that expression would inadvertently strike straight at men's hearts. The university's official Weibo occasionally posted photos of Liu Yuewang looking like that, and the comments below would always be full of Xiangtan University students squealing wildly.

"I have something to tell you, but don't go telling Liu Chang'an," Liu Yuewang said, rubbing the gear lever with her hand before giving it a light pat and turning to look at An Nuan.

An Nuan became slightly wary, her eyes bright as she watched Liu Yuewang. Had her mother finally decided to bare her heart and have a private conversation between mother and daughter?

That was entirely possible. After all, their family atmosphere had always been rather open and relaxed, and mother and daughter could basically talk about anything. Although Liu Yuewang could be fierce like any ordinary parent at times, she had never hysterically forced anything on An Nuan or made her feel emotionally resistant to being honest with her parents.

"Do you remember when I turned into a little girl?" Liu Yuewang sounded faintly nostalgic. Back then, she and An Nuan had looked exactly alike. It was a pity she had not really used the chance to prank anyone. The one time she had tried to prank Liu Chang'an, he had seen through her immediately. It had been no fun at all.

An Nuan nodded. Was she about to say that she regretted not pretending to be An