Bo Yan turned around at the door, walked back, and his mother looked at him in surprise, "Weren't you in a hurry to leave? Why come back?"
With his hands in his pockets, Bo Yan turned and walked upstairs, "I thought about it, and decided I'd better join you for dinner, to fulfill my duties as a son."
"You still remember that?" his mother said incredulously.
Bo Yan didn't respond but just went straight upstairs.
Watching her son's retreating figure disappear at the staircase, his mother had an expression of disbelief, accusingly looking at his father, "What kind of attitude is that? He's had that terrible temper since he was little, what girl would dare to like him?"
Bo Yan's father, as if deep in thought, withdrew his gaze, looked at his wife's angry face, and smiled, "Don't be angry; it's not worth it. If you want to hit or scold him, do so. He's just a son."
His mother replied, "Bo Yinan, he's your only son."
