As I take myself across to the living room and sit myself down. Any hopes of being cheered up by my mother have been well and truly dashed with that little statement.
"He said you seemed to have a new boyfriend who has a terrible temper. He even hauled you up to a building. What happens here?" She says strictly.
I fall back in a chair and look up to the ceiling in total mental exasperation.
Why can't the prick just crawl into the dark hole he came from and die? "
"Mom, please don't speak to him anymore." I plead.
"Is it true?" she asks tentatively. I can see her in my mind's eye flicking a worried glare at my Dad.
"No mom," I can't completely lie to her.
She'll have to find out where I am eventually.
"It's not like what Mo Yuan says," I denied.
'Well, what is it then? She asks.
Oh, I can't do this over the phone. There is far too much to explain and I don't want her passing judgment on Feng Teng.
