This question hit a blind spot for him, and he was momentarily puzzled, "How would I know that? Only the mother of the child would know, right?"
Little Song Zhixing's mouth opened, and he began chattering away, "Uncle, you can't do this. Now everyone is against widowed parenting. You don't even remember your child's grades. At least you must remember when his birthday is, right? Is he in the seventh, eighth, or ninth grade? Is he in a relationship yet? What food does he like?"
Song Zhixing was full of questions. Initially, the man thought the questions trivial, but then he realized he couldn't even remember his son's birthday. After all, every year his son would ask for money to buy stuff as his birthday approached. Was it eighth grade, or was it ninth?
An early romance?
What food does he like?
With one question after another, little Song Zhixing summed up his interrogation by looking at the man's reaction and stating, "Uncle, you see, you don't know anything."
