If she was called over because of this matter, she would definitely face a scolding.
So, Hou Jinhua glanced at her son, who was engrossed in playing games on the sofa, and said, "Jing, your grandpa has asked me to visit him, and it just so happens your other grandpa has sent him a top-quality cake of Pu'er tea. Take it with you and accompany me for a visit."
Gu Jing, busy fighting enemies in his game, didn't even lift his eyelids, "I'm not going! It must be because you hit Qiao Yin that grandpa found out. You're going to get a scolding, and I definitely won't go. If I do, I'll have to help you share the blame. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Hou Jinhua was momentarily taken aback by his retort. She had always thought her son was simple-minded and not too bright, but today he had caught on to her intentions surprisingly fast.
As irritated as she was, she also felt a bit relieved. Her son wasn't brainless; he was actually quite smart, just not applying his mind to the right things.
