For a long while, seeing that Old Lady Gao wasn't stopping, Old Master Gao couldn't help but blow his beard and glare: "Enough! You're both grown-ups now, what are you two mother and son doing, running around like this?!"
"..."
Gao Qiming was startled, instantly coming to a halt, standing rigidly in place.
At the same time, Old Lady Gao stopped too. The feather duster in her hand was raised mid-air; her expression changed several times. In the end, she put her hand down and said to Old Master Gao, "We're not at someone else's house. Can't I smack my own son a couple times?"
"Do you think you're some clueless kid?"
Old Master Gao scolded coldly: "You're not young anymore, yet you chase your own son around the living room. How would you both look if strangers saw this?"
"..."
Old Lady Gao had nothing to say. She put the feather duster back where it belonged and muttered, "Fine, you've got a point."
"Mom, you just scared Little Moonlight."
Wang Xiaohui suddenly chimed in.
