"Xu Haoyang, you get your ass back here right now, immediately, on the double." Just after class, Xu Haoyang, who was preparing to meet Xiao Shiyao, suddenly received a call from his mother. As soon as he answered the phone, before he could even speak, his mother's roaring voice came through.
Xu Haoyang thought that this description of his mother was not an exaggeration at all.
He instinctively moved the phone away from his ear. Then, after waiting for his mother to finish her tirade, he brought the phone back to his ear.
"Mom, calm down, please don't get worked up. Getting all worked up can lead to wrinkles."
"You little brat, shut your mouth." Mother Xu scolded him, yet she dared not roar again, conscious of her facial expressions. "Get back here pronto."
