"Not at all... um..."
Mrs. Ding shyly murmured, "Water, water, more water, water, water, more water, water, water, more water, water, water, more water... Water is the best to drink... more water, water, water, more water, water, water, more water, water, water, more water... water is the best to drink..."
"Son?"
Arthur Lindsey charmingly smiled, "Your son is all hot and bothered with that female celebrity, where would he find time to care about you, the baggage-laden mother?"
"Who says that? My son loves me very much!"
Mrs. Ding instinctively held onto his body to keep her balance and earnestly said, "Maybe tomorrow he'll bring the celebrity back to take me away!"
"What, do you really want to leave?" The man suddenly intensified, like a tiger, crashing into her.
"Um... more water, water, water, more water, water, water, more water, water, water, more water... Water is the best to drink... more water, water, water, more water..."
