Of course, Arianne did not dare to carry Plato again since she was afraid that her son would get jealous.
When Arianne asked if Tiffany had come up with a nickname for Plato, she shook her head. “No, is there a need to come up with a nickname for boys? When Smore grows up into a handsome young man, wouldn’t it be ridiculous to still call him Smore? The young ladies that fancy him are going to laugh their asses off. Nicknames are only cute when they’re little.”
Arianne’s lips twitched. “I think you’re just too lazy to come up with a nickname for him, aren’t you? You’re coming up with all these reasons. Nicknames are meant to be called while they’re young; there’s no need for them anymore when they grow up.”
While they were talking, Jackson suddenly called and said, “Have you actually driven over to Arianne’s with Plato by yourself? Don’t you know your own driving skills? What were you thinking? What if something had happened? You should’ve asked my mom’s driver to send you there.”
Tiffany was very annoyed. “I suppose you can’t wait to see something happen to me, can you? I’m already here. Isn’t that good enough? I’m just less skillful at reversing. What’s the worst that could happen if I only drove forward? You should just carry on with your work.”
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