“Mom, my son has a splitting headache. You can do it, but don’t please your son tonight.” Pei Yi reached out and rubbed his temples, begging his mother for mercy with a wry smile. His wife slept in the same bed as him. Although he was very quiet when he got up, when he walked to the tree in the yard, he didn’t even get half a punch. She came out of the house, leaned against Mother Blue and was stunned for a moment. Although she didn’t understand why her daughter suddenly asked this, she thought about it seriously and replied: “It will be twenty tomorrow.” Mother Lan nodded, pondered for a long time, and then asked: “Your mother-in-law did not ask you to do this What, or did she correct you?” “Well, my flower has grown up.” Mother Lan couldn’t help but burst into tears, and she was moved more deeply than anyone else.
