"Mom," Lian Qingyang said with grievance, "I'm twenty-seven, not seventy-two."
Zhang Hualian raised her hand and knocked him on the head again, saying, "Xiao Yang, if you were seventy-two, you'd be an old bachelor. Look, your sister's kid can buy soy sauce already, and you? No idea where your wife is, let alone letting me hold a grandchild."
The longer they spent together, the stronger the bond between Zhang Hualian and Lian Qingyang became. In Zhang Hualian's heart, Lian Qingyang was now the same as Tang Jun, with the same relationship dynamics. When it was time to scold, Zhang Hualian showed no mercy.
"Mom, I'm a man, men don't rush..." to get married.
Before he could finish the last two words, Lian He slapped him, saying, "There are three forms of unfilial behavior, the worst is having no offspring."
Lian Qingyang, under attack from both sides: "..."
Fine, the more you say, the more mistakes you make. It's better to just listen obediently.
