"Son, go to sleep. You still have school tomorrow morning."
"Oh ... I know," Yue tingfeng stammered."You ... Don't have anything else to say to me?"
Su ningmei shook her head."That's all. Haven't I already said what I needed to say?" It's already so late, you should hurry up and go to bed. Otherwise, you'll have to eat at school tomorrow morning, and you'll be punished to stand there again. Your teacher will make me go to school again. "
Yue tingfeng did not say a word. When did his mother's brain start working? he had already asked, why did she not think about it?
"Then I'm hanging up," he said unhappily after a while.
Fortunately, su ningmei had an idea in the end."Son, wait ..."
"What, aren't we going to die? What else are you not done with?"
"You're so unhappy," su ningmei said."Do you want to know about qingsi?"
