Unexpectedly, after a brief pause, the other person asked me, "Really, bro?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, responding with, "You're such an easy mark, and you have the nerve to call yourself a con artist."
The call lasted another twenty seconds, but neither of us spoke during that time. In the end, he was the one who hung up, still silent.
"Heh—" Song Xin couldn't help but chuckle, "Lin Li, your mom says you're a handful, but I think you're quite amusing."
"Well... it's normal for my mom to say that," Lin Li waved his hand, "The closer people are to you, the less objective their evaluations are. Mothers have a filter, it's normal."
"Isn't that filter usually a positive one? I think my Yingying is the best in the world," Song Xin asked with a smile.
Lin Li: "Yeah, my mom is already beautifying me."
Song Xin: "O.o oh?"
