"Hey, Ge Shengming, if you hit my son's head again, we're not done!" Although Ge Dongxu was just complaining casually, his mother wouldn't have any of it and immediately charged at Ge Shengming with hands on her hips and glaring eyes.
"Suya, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. With his head, even if you hit it with a brick, the brick would crack but his head wouldn't be affected at all," Ge Shengming hurriedly defended as he saw his wife flexing her authority.
"So what you're saying is, we should have used a brick just now?" Xu Suya glanced at Ge Shengming and asked softly.
"Ah! That's not what I meant. I'll clear the table. You two have a good chat, a good chat," Ge Shengming, noticing Xu Suya suddenly becoming gentle, felt his hair stand on end and hurriedly began to clear the dishes toward the kitchen.
"Dad, let me do it." Ge Dongxu quickly moved to grab the dishes from his father's hands, laughing.
