Mrs Mo quickly gives an innocent look an accuses her son. "What do you mean make her faint from questions? Ambrose I am just being nice."
He makes an attempt to roll his eyes but stops. "We will just get her box from the car." Grabbing Folawes hand, he was about to leave the dining when his mom rushes to his front.
"Give the keys to me. I will go with Folawe." Ambrose gives his mom a warning look, while she gave him an adoring one. "Come on. Do you want to disobey your mom? Whatever you do to me, Ambrose remember your child will do the same to you."
Folawe couldn't help but smile. All African parents know very well how to use such emotional blackmailing strategy. Not having a choice, he gave the keys to his mom and kisses Folawe on her temple.
"My mom is just as bothering as Jaosn. You dont have to reply every of her questions."