"Mom, I think you should show some more respect toward Lin Baici; he's certainly not one of those little puppies who bow down and lick your feet every time they see you!"
Kim Myungjin was unhappy, her words inevitably laden with sarcasm.
When Jin Enxi heard this, her face changed, and her tone grew heavy, "What? Does he want me to lick his feet?"
Kim Myungjin didn't dare talk back to her mother, but she still felt annoyed. Let alone you, even a beautiful girl like me doesn't get the chance to do that.
Alas!
I wonder if we mother and daughter together have any chance?
Ugh, ugh, ugh, what am I even thinking?
"Your grandfather is seriously ill, and we don't know if he can make it through the New Year. If he passes away, we're going to have a hard time. Do you understand?"
Jin Enxi was frustrated: "I'm not asking you to think of a way to treat your grandfather, but you could at least spend more time with him, right?"
