Gazing up ahead, Qiao Xiaon'an was quick to find his distinctive Phantom car. She pulled him forward, "That's not true. I'm used to dealing with my mom. If I don't occasionally stand my ground, she'd surely find it strange."
"Qiaoqiao!" He pulled her wrist back, "They're our elders. You need to be polite when speaking to them, don't lose your temper every so often."
"Amo, you're acting strange today."
"I'm just stating the truth. No parent wishes for their child to talk back to them."
"..."
"Human life is at most a hundred years, filled with ups and downs. One never knows when they might depart."
"..."
"Why can't we get along peacefully instead of quarreling all the time?"
"..."
"Promise me, stop constantly arguing with your mom."
As their eyes met, perhaps he hid his emotions well, she was unable to detect anything amiss.
Anyway, he had always been obedient.
In the past, he would often speak well of his mother.
