"Why the hell do you talk so much? Since when do men get periods?"
Feng Chen glanced back.
"I don't even know how to explain it to you, after all, I'm just a male mother."
Han Shuhai fiddled with his curly hair, continuing to knit the sweater without looking up.
"Fine, I'll give you a few days off. You can't be too selfish. I'm here to see my son, after all; I can't stop you from visiting your family."
Feng Chen took a drag of his cigarette, parked the car properly, and stood in front of the lakeside railing, gazing at the lake surface as tranquil as water.
"Boss, thank you."
Han Shuhai flashed a faint smile, "When I have time, I'll knit you a purple scarf."
"Forget it. I have plenty of daughters-in-law to make me a bunch. Don't need yours."
Feng Chen leaned forward, resting on the railing, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, as he stared blankly at the lake.
"With such an outstanding son, you still have worries?"
Han Shuhai followed over and asked softly.
