Lin Xiaolu glared: "And don't you take her side! She was mimicking my mom earlier, don't tell me you didn't notice!"
"...It's true, but her intentions weren't bad."
"How do you know her intentions weren't bad? What if she's acting all sweet because she likes you, but actually she's a bad woman? What then?"
Lin Xiaolu muttered, "Then the bad woman becomes my stepmom, and who knows, she might say, 'Your mom stole my man back in the day, now it's payback time,' and then she'll abuse me, starve me, make me wear rags and sweep chimneys... or whatever."
"Where did you get that from?" Lin Yun wondered.
"TV," Lin Xiaolu stated with conviction.
Xia Liang will have to help keep an eye on this girl later; I can't let her watch weird shows every day.
Lin Yun planned in his heart, but his face showed no emotion: "We don't have a chimney at home."
"It's a metaphor, a metaphor!"
"Even as a metaphor, that's not going to happen. I assure you, she's not a bad person."
