Yue Tingfeng eyed his mother sideways, not getting up to help her. He waited for her to sit down before he said, "Mom, stop pretending. Do you know that you'll lose me easily if you continue like this?"
"All right, just let me try losing you," she snorted indignantly. "I don't believe that you'll manage to find a wife without me. Hmph…"
Yue Tingfeng was stunned for a moment. All right, this was real—if he did not have his mother, he might never be able to marry.
Therefore…
"Here, Mom, lie down for a rest. Your wound hurts, right? I'll call for the doctor." Yue Tingfeng immediately swapped for a compassionate expression as he helped Mrs. Yue to lie down.
Mrs. Yue looked at him sideways. "Let go of me. I'm about to lose you. Why are you still caring for me?"
