Not cooperating at all, their son is at such an age and still not married, to some extent it's because Xiao Mo's mother indulges him.
Xiao Mo's mother patted Xiao Mo's father on the shoulder reassuringly, and giggled, "Don't be jealous that our son is more handsome than you. Although you were handsome when you were young, you have to admit he's surpassed you now. It's inevitable, after all, he has my genes."
"At such an age, shameless!"
Xiao Mo's father gave Xiao Mo's mother a glare and walked away with a cold snort.
Xiao Mo laughed and followed his mother towards the house.
In recent years as his career has stabilized, he basically goes home for the New Year every year.
Even though his father still loves to nag, the feeling of being home is just different.
"Son, are you tired from driving? Are you cold? Hungry?" Xiao Mo's mother asked with concern, her eyes full of affection.
"Not tired, not cold, not hungry."
