But.
No matter which outfit Ding wears, a simple pair of jeans or a Korean-style suit, there's only one word to describe him: handsome!
Born with good looks, there's really no helping it.
Ding stood in front of the dressing mirror, smirking coolly, "Mom, aren't you happy to have such a handsome son?"
"Mm hmm mumble mumble…" Ding's mom couldn't speak, only gesture, but Ding had no idea what she meant.
"Alright, I'll give you the antidote."
Ding suddenly pulled out a small porcelain-green medicine bottle from his inner pocket. He poured out a pill and before giving it to her to take, he instructed, "Mom, you must remember, even if you take the medicine and can speak, you have to pretend to be mute in front of others, understand?"
"Mmm mmm mmm!" Ding's mom nodded vigorously.
Only God knows how hard it is to be a mute, especially when you're just pretending…
