"Mom, I'm just drawing for fun. It's trendy now," Wang Xiaoqiang said evasively, feeling a bit nervous as he approached his hometown and momentarily forgot to cover the lightning mark on his forehead. But it was no big deal; he could just brush it off casually.
"Hey? Look at you, you're in your thirties, almost a grandpa now, and still trying to be cool like the little kids..." his mother teased him with a smile.
"A grandpa?" Wang Xiaoqiang was taken aback, "Mom, does that mean Little Bao is already married?"
"Not yet, but it's planned for this year... we were worried you wouldn't be able to attend your son's wedding..." Wang Kuishan also laughed, his face full of joy.
"Dad, isn't this... too fast?" Wang Xiaoqiang smiled bitterly, "Little Bao is only sixteen..."
"So what if he's sixteen? He's taller than you, hahaha..." his mother laughed heartily.
