"Ah, don't worry, I'm fine," Nan Jiaojiao rested her hand on her forehead, "just bumped and bruised a little, it hurts a bit, was in a car accident, even passed out for a while, but no big deal."
Jiang Yu let out a mocking laugh.
Other people's kids only report good news, not bad. Her kid, on the other hand, can't say anything good, even a mosquito bite would snowball into cancer.
The lump on her head looked like half a missing horn, particularly comical, with small cuts all over the big swollen bump.
"Still not disfigured, that's not easy."
Nan Jiaojiao wasn't willing to give up, exaggerating further, "The doctor said it's a suspected concussion."
From the first word she spat out, her eyes were fixed on Elder Jiang.
Who knows what she's showing off about.
Elder Jiang remained calm, "Oh, after all these years, they've finally found out you're intellectually challenged."
