In a small antique shop with a hollow wooden "Xileng Seal Society" sign, the gentle-looking young boss is holding a bamboo flower porcelain cup in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. Lan Wo is sipping tea on a mahogany chair. The decibels of the chatter coming from the phone are frighteningly high. "Ah Xie, this girl is really wonderful. Regardless of her appearance, her temperament and knowledge are enough for you..." The person being nagged has black lines all over his head. His mother has been talking like this since she watched the Legend of Zhen Huan, and the listeners want to go crazy. This mother Wu also likes to use Zhen Huan dialect to urge Wu Xie to find a wife so that she can hold her grandson and hold her grandson. She talks about the same theme and plays it on a loop. Tsk, that stuffy oil bottle looks pretty good too. Let him give birth to a grandson for my mother, stop it, stop it! It's better not to think about such a terrible thing! "Ah, I see... Wang Meng?... Has gone back to his hometown for the New Year... Okay, okay, I'll go back!... Okay, I'll go back soon... Yeah, I got it... Okay, hang up... Okay, okay, I'll be home soon." With a long breath, Wu Xie put down his phone, dragged himself, sighed listlessly and resigned to his fate to pack his luggage. "What a terrible mother..."
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