But as she eyed the dishes on the table, something felt off.

Brian picked up on it too.

He looked at Lyndon from the waist down, lifting his sharp brows.

"Got some performance issues?"

Lyndon was left speechless.

What was he on about?

Virility problems? Seriously?

"That's why you're avoiding girlfriends. Scared of letting them down?

Got a conscience, huh?" Brian teased.

Lyndon, with a darkened face, didn't bother to respond. "Just stay out of my business, okay?"

Brian nodded, glancing at the boy in his arms. “Well, at least you've got a son, It's not a big deal even if you have virility problems."

Lyndon was at a loss for words.

He wished he could pour soup on his own face.

The little boy looked at Lyndon, puzzled. “What's virility problems?"

Lyndon had no idea how to answer.

Brian chuckled. "It means he's not man enough."

The little boy gazed at Lyndon with big, beautiful eyes. “Are you a girl?"

Lyndon still kept quiet.

Brian struggled to hold back laughter, coughing into his fist.

Rosalynn blinked, curious as she looked at Lyndon.