After a while, the old lady came running over to Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong was taken aback, "Auntie, I haven't been spitting on the ground."
"That's not what I'm talking about, young man. Do you have a girlfriend?" The old lady looked at him approvingly from head to toe.
Mo Huasong was sweating nervously, thinking that the topic had shifted too abruptly.
Wasn't the old lady scolding people for spitting in public just now? Why was she suddenly concerned about whether he had a girlfriend or not?
Meanwhile, Fat Dragon eagerly ran over, "Auntie, I don't have a girlfriend."
The old lady glared at Fat Dragon, "Did your primary school Chinese teacher also teach you physical education? You're not young anymore. Why are you still calling me auntie? You should call me younger sister."
"Younger sister?" Fat Dragon felt like he was going to pass out.
A fifty-year-old lady demanding to be called a younger sister; was she shameless, or had her face been spat out somewhere?
