"Life is about enjoying the moment. Ever since Cheng Yun turned fifteen, I didn't have much to worry about. Whenever I wanted to leave, I just picked up my bag and left." Cheng Yun's mother chuckled as she reminisced about her youth, holding Su Tiantian's hand, she said, "I still remember the first time I left without telling the father and son. They turned all of B City upside down, mobilizing everyone to find me, but I was happily shopping in Hong Kong."
Su Tiantian: "..." She looked at Cheng Yun's mother with even more admiration.
"Don't corrupt my wife," Cheng Yun's indignant voice came from behind them, only to be glared at by both his wife and mother. He puffed up his chest proudly, picked up a plate of fruit from the table, and left.
Cheng Qing kicked his leg, "You brat, remember to visit your in-laws' graves with Xunxun someday."
