Mrs. Xie looked at Jie Jingchen with heartache. After her son joined the army, he had suffered countless major and minor injuries, so much so that she was mentally prepared for him to sacrifice his life at any time. She asked casually, "Who did you inherit this from?"
Jie Jingchen stared at his mother and carelessly spat out a single word. "You."
"Nonsense. I won't take the blame for this. Our Qiao family's genes are absolutely top-notch. Our descendants are all dragons and phoenixes among men. The Jie family's genes, on the other hand, leave much to be desired," Mrs. Xie said without any psychological burden.
"Dragons and phoenixes among men." Jie Jingchen repeated the phrase, then asked pointedly, "Mom, are you a phoenix? Is Jing Wu a dragon?"
Mrs. Xie froze. This was awkward. She could blame Jing Wu on the Jie family, but what about herself? Could she blame her own mother?
