Zheng Xianghong's lips twitched as she nodded earnestly, "Yes, you were the one I picked up in the tree hole."
Gao Jiaxing curled his lip; he couldn't believe such a tale—he looked so much like his father that anyone could tell they were father and son. He was no longer a child who could be so easily fooled.
However, Gao Jiaxing couldn't help but say one more thing to provoke his mother, "Mom, could it be that I'm actually the child Dad had with another woman?"
No sooner had he said this than Zheng Xianghong immediately grabbed the broom by the door and swung it at him. Gao Jiaxing quickly dodged and dashed into his room, locking the door behind him.
He could still hear Zheng Xianghong mumbling angrily, "You little brat, why don't you say you were born from a manure pit instead?"
Gao Jiaxing chuckled lightly; he enjoyed seeing his mom so spirited and lively.
