Stone looked at Ning Ziping with sarcasm, saying word for word, "You sure make it sound nice. I was eight years old when the village called you, which year did you return to Qingshan Village, how old was I that year? Don't you feel ashamed?"
Ning Ziping knew that this son in front of him was not easy to fool: "Yes, I admit, it has been a long time, but there were reasons, not something that can be explained in a sentence or two. However, we have been looking for you ever since, that's also a fact."
Stone glanced at the time, not wanting to continue entangling with them here: "I advise you to give up, I am no longer that lone and helpless little wretch.
Plus, I have grown up, and I have turned eighteen, I don't need a guardian anymore. Even if you describe the Yellow River as a dry riverbed, I won't acknowledge you, because I hate you.
