"Why are you looking for your Aunt Fang?" Song's mother finally had a shock in her mind, as if she had discovered something. In the middle of the night, she let out a lion's roar in their bedroom: "Song Di, don't tell me you got that little chubby girl's belly big."
"...." Song Di was sweating on his forehead and almost couldn't hold the phone. He started to doubt whether it was right to call his mother for help now, so he simply admitted it over the phone. "Yes, it's the little chubby girl, I like her."
"She's seven or eight years younger than you, how can you even think about it?" Song's mother wailed even more. "Song Di, are you a pervert? The old cow eating young grass, is it?"
"Mom, can you not make it sound so bad? I'm only seven years older than the little chubby girl." Song Di originally thought it was quite good, but after his mother said that, he felt like he was completely worthless. "Being older means I can understand a lot."
