At night.
Zhang Ye returned home.
The moment he walked in, Mom gave him a displeased look. "You even have the nerve to come back? Other people had a gala for primary and secondary school students which had nothing to do with you, but why must everything not lack you? Do you feel uncomfortable being too free? You don't feel good if you don't stir up some trouble everyday? Son, I'm really impressed by you. Your mother's heart isn't good. Stop giving me surprises all the time. We are in an aging society, and there are so many old people in society, but you sure were good. You scolded all of them in one breath. You even included your father and I!"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Who did you hear that from?"
"Is there a need to hear? I saw it on the internet" Mom huffed and puffed.
Zhang Ye exclaimed, "You sure are getting better at using your cellphone. You are moving well with the times."
