Zhou Mei was about to explode with anger, her broom swishing fiercely in her hand.
"So you won't come over, huh? Fine, I'll come to you myself. If you can dodge this beating, I'll take your surname."
Lin Zhiming's naïve disposition hadn't faded a bit with age, as he continued hopping back and forth over Zhou Mei's limit of tolerance.
"My dad said that once you married into the Lin Family, your name is prefixed with 'Lin,' so even if you took my surname, it's still Lin..."
His lips kept smacking, infuriating Zhou Mei even more.
"Still arguing back? I'm telling you Lin Zhiming, you're done for. If I don't swell your behind today, then I'm not your real mother."
Lin Zhiming continued, "Even if it doesn't swell, you're still my real mother!"
Zhou Mei's face turned red with rage as she swung the broom chasing after him.
Lin Zhicheng, Lin Zhixuan, and Lin Fei stood under the eaves watching the commotion, expressions unchanged.
Obviously, they were used to it.
Here we go again…
