"Mother, Mother, I have evidence," the fool said as he fumbled out a portrait from his clothes and handed it to Madam Xie.
"Who are you calling 'Mother'?" Xuexue snapped furiously, glaring at him with eyes that wished they could sew his mouth shut to stop his reckless talking.
"Haha...! My wife's mother is my mother," the fool laughed, his teeth gleaming brightly.
Madam Xie was startled by his address, the man before her was her younger daughter's lifesaver; she couldn't very well lose her temper. She casually took the portrait, opened it, and was stunned to see it was a portrait of Xuexue, "Big brother, how do you have a portrait of my daughter?"
"My wife's portrait naturally stays with me," the fool said firmly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Madam Xie: "This..."
"Mother, don't ask anymore, can you expect to get an answer from looking at him?" Xuexue expressed, already feeling too exasperated to argue further.
