I found my son and his girlfriend quarreling, so I picked up the weapon and clothes hanger I had on hand. I held my son's ear in one hand and beat him with the clothes hanger in the other. I cursed: You made my baby angry again! It's your fault she's angry! Go over there and apologize! If you can't coax me, get out of here!
Son: Mom! It hurts~ Why don't you be so partial! I am your biological son~
The mother stepped on the air and hit an unfinished ancient painting on the wall. She carried her son and both traveled to an imaginary era, opening up the ancient way of making a living...
