For the next few days, Lin Heng had been constantly pestered by his mom. The overly hasty compensation of motherly love was, more or less, a little suffocating.
Because Jiang Caiyan had casually said she loved beef, they had practically eaten a whole year's worth of beef in just these few days.
Martial Man, Smoke Ghost, and Plowman looked at one another, finally waiting for him in the main hall.
"Ah, Lord Lin, you finally came!"
"What's with that crazy woman? She couldn't really have some ideas about you, could she?"
Lin Heng waved a hand, rubbed his eyes, and slowly said, "Didn't Xiao Lan tell you?"
"That Silly Snake? Last night, she said she'd eaten too much beef and was too sleepy... She's still lying there asleep. Honestly, I've never seen such a lazy Demon Beast." Martial Man was speechless.
She ate when she was full, then slept; once she woke up, she started eating again.
She was living far too comfortably.
"You'd better stop calling her a crazy woman from now on. She's my mother, whom I'd never met before... Sigh! I'm sick to death of beef after these past two days. Who knows where she got all those cows."
(?｀?Д?′) His mother?
Martial Man and Smoke Ghost exchanged a look, then rose to their feet in unspoken accord, utterly stunned.
"Fuck! Lord Lin, you're not joking, are you? She... she was like a madwoman before. She nearly beat us to death."
"My dear mother, she nearly killed her own son as though he were an enemy." Even the cigarette tucked behind Smoke Ghost's ear fell to the ground.
Only Plowman stared wide-eyed, having no idea what the two of them were talking about.
They had originally suspected that the crazy woman was plotting something against Lin Heng.