Watching her son's departing back, Mrs. Zeng was infuriated, "Look at him, he's talking back to me, saying they're leaving first and won't care about us. He must have been brainwashed by his wife."
The more Mrs. Zeng thought about it, the angrier she became.
"I used to think Xiao Hong was nice, but it turns out she's not that great, only causing family conflicts."
Father Zeng frowned and said, "Why don't we just go back tomorrow? We've already seen enough anyway."
"That's not what you said before. Why are you changing your mind now? Are you afraid our son will really leave us behind? I'm telling you, I'm not going back. Jiahe is just all talk. Does he really plan to leave us two elders behind and go back on their own? So stop worrying."
Father Zeng pursed his lips and said no more.
The next morning, when Zeng Jiahe was having breakfast, he said goodbye to Ding Yuejun.
"Mom, we're leaving this afternoon. Thank you so much for your hospitality these past few days."
