"Come on, Mom, do you have to be like this? Every time you talk, it's so creepy!"
Wen Nansheng finally stopped coughing and helplessly retorted.
"Oh, not a female ghost? Or could it be a fox spirit?"
Zeng Minru laughed.
"Son, look at you all scared? I was just joking with you! Really!"
Wen Nansheng sighed.
"Mom, do you know your jokes... they're really cold!"
Zeng Minru glanced at Wen Jingrui.
"Hubby, was my joke cold just now?"
Wen Jingrui nodded.
"Yeah, it was a bit cold indeed!"
"..."
Zeng Minru got a little angry, putting on a stern face and started scolding Wen Nansheng.
"In any case, you are coming with me to lunch today! Also, tidy yourself up nicely, look sharp, don't look like you're drained from overindulgence!"
Wen Nansheng: "..."
He realized his mother was becoming more and more like a tigress!
"Ahem!"
Over there, Wen Jingrui coughed.
"I say, wife, who talks to their son like that?"
"Am I wrong? Just look at him now, he looks like..."
