Xu Lin looked at Lin Jiang with a mix of annoyance and amusement.
"Now you see what a handful he is, don't you?"
"You should get him to watch fewer short videos."
"I usually don't let him use a phone, but my mom and dad spoil him. I'll have to stress it to them again—he absolutely can't watch videos on his phone anymore."
"Mom, Uncle Lin, this has nothing to do with watching videos. It ate so much sugar, of course it's going to get diabetes," Zhao Wenxuan insisted, sticking to his guns.
"You're still talking back."
Zhao Wenxuan flinched and ducked behind Lin Jiang.
"Mom, you're so old-fashioned. We're not even on the same wavelength."
Lin Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. 'Kids these days are getting harder and harder to handle.'
"How are we not on the same wavelength? Explain it to me," Xu Lin said, her hands on her hips.
From the look on her face, if Zhao Wenxuan dared to talk back again, she was ready to slap him.
