When Yan Hao returned home from the hospital, he felt something was strange. The old woman who usually doted on him was actually not there?
In the evening, when Yan Shanchuan came back, he also found that his wife hadn't returned today for some reason. He casually asked Yan Hao: "Did you upset your mom again? Where is she?"
Sitting in the living room watching TV, Yan Hao was defiant: "Why would I upset my mom? Maybe it was you. You're always just working and haven't cheered her up for a long time, of course, she'd be unhappy." Such an old woman still acting coy like a little girl, probably only his dad could handle that.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yan Shanchuan's face turned cold, showing some displeasure, "You caused so much trouble recently, how could your mom not be angry? She kindly made chicken soup and brought it to the hospital for you, and not only did you not drink it, but you also sent her back, how could you?"
