After sighing, he looked in the mirror of the car and tried to fix his smile. At last, he was able to squeeze out a suitable one. Then, he followed his father while holding the statue in his hands and trying to maintain his smiling face.
They said that a smiling person was less likely to be hit. Hopefully, after seeing his bright smile, Uncle Song wouldn’t chase after him with a broom even after receiving the statue.
Old Lu arrived upstairs, and even before entering, he shouted, "Old Song, I’ve come. Wahaha!"
"..." Papa Song pushed his glasses up. After hearing this laughter, he felt a faint pain transmit from his liver.
Very soon, Old Lu opened the door and entered. Li Tianyou followed behind him.
"Old Lu, I haven’t seen you for a year. Did you finally remember the road to my house?" Papa Song tried to demoralize the opponent by mentioning the keyword ‘a year’.
"Wahahaha! It’s because I was too busy!" Old Lu laughed.
