Xia Xiao, catching sight of Feiyang's swollen lip, immediately said, "I'll go get some medicine."
Then Xia Xiao left, and Gao Jiaxing glared at Feiyang, "You little rascal, getting so full of yourself, even learning to tattle now. Acting like a baby, not even as good as Shitou. Where's your wife? Why are you cajoling my wife?"
"You're my wife, and she's my mom. What's wrong with being affectionate with my own mother? No matter how old I get, I'm still her son." At this moment, Feiyang was very much like Gao Jiaxing. No matter how strict and formal they were in the army, the father and son had their share of feisty exchanges.
"Sneaky, that hit on your face just now was on purpose, wasn't it?" Gao Jiaxing finally saw through his eldest son's cunning.
"All's fair in war."
