"Oh dear! Be gentle!"
Ning Xie's playful voice echoed out from the Ning family residence.
He dodged Mrs. Ning's hand, running back and forth in the living room: "Mom, Mom, stop pinching me, it hurts!"
Mrs. Ning stood angrily in place, holding a feather duster in one hand, grabbing him with the other, pinching him: "You talked about divorce, wanted a divorce, now you're talking about reconciliation and reconciled! You think Tong Tong belongs to you, can indulge in whims! You've grown so much, yet you're still so immature!"
Ning Xie laughed and begged for mercy: "Mom, Mom, I was wrong, I was really wrong..."
