Yu Jingting was caught between laughter and tears by his maiden's antics, with his son adding fuel to the fire on the side.
"If you insist on going, then you will lose our love!"
Yu Jingting's forehead creased as he picked up his daughter, who was pretending to be a corpse on the ground, and dragged his son over, gently bumping his little head with his own.
"Aren't there enough masterpieces in the study for you to read? Must you learn to watch the trashy TV dramas that Grandma watches, which are meant to deceive the tears of middle-aged and older women? Look at your mother, so young and beautiful, wise and incomparable, does she watch that stuff?"
"Grandma never watched it back in the day, either, it's just that time flies like rushing water." Bobo had a look of world-weariness in his eyes as he glanced at his mother behind him.
That look seemed to say that in a few years, Mom wouldn't be able to escape the ravages of these melodramatic dramas either.
