Mrs. Lu couldn't out-talk the two of them, so she could only squeeze out one line to her daughter-in-law: "You just spoil him, you've spoiled him and spoiled him till it's completely out of hand. Since there's no stretcher or wheelchair, then for the IV bag, why is it Ziye carrying it and not him?"
Her words left everyone present completely stunned. No one had expected Mrs. Lu to pick faults with her son to this extent, like finding bones in an egg.
To be fair, Mrs. Lu was a very mild-tempered person, someone who almost never quibbled over anything. What Yao Ye remembered most was how his own mother, Mrs. Yao, once commented on her best friend like this: No temper, absolutely no temper, made of cotton. I'm watching from the side, almost bursting into flames over something, and she's fine, that whole Pacific Ocean attitude of hers could piss me to death first.
