"What?" Mother Ling's head snapped up with a crack. The sound was so loud that even Ling Che winced but he didn't show any signs of concern. His mother had always been calculative with him; this small injury was nothing to her.
"Mother, are you alright?" Elder Sister Ling rushed to see if her mother was alright when she saw that Mother Ling was rubbing the back of her aching neck. When her mother didn't reply, she turned to look at Ling Che and said to him in a reproachful voice, "You are great, Ling Che. Is this how you should be treating your mother?"
"Hah." Ling Che sneered. "I should be the one asking this to you all; is this how you should be treating the one who raised and fed you? I might be the youngest but you cannot deny that I was the one who filled your stomachs and kept you clothed."
"Ling Che!"
"Stop!"
