"No, no, no. I don't want to try. I can't beat you."
Han Feng had no idea what he had said wrong and hurriedly backed away two full steps.
"Then why were you spouting nonsense?"
How dare he say she looked like his mother? Did she look that old?
And did he mean that he found her nagging?
Han Feng quietly edged back another half-step and hurriedly shook his head. "No, no. I mean, the way you fiercely ordered me to hold my head high and puff out my chest was a lot like when my mom lectured me as a child. It feels..."
Su Qiao's face darkened even further.
444 was already on the verge of laughing itself to death.
Seeing Su Qiao's expression grow worse and worse, Han Feng became a little frightened, but he still blurted out the words at the tip of his tongue.
"It feels... it feels very familiar..."
Hmph, that's more like it.
That meant her intentional and unintentional teasing of him...
No, her training of him, hadn't been in vain.
"What does your mom look like? Is she as beautiful as me?"
Su Qiao was a little displeased at being compared with his mother.
"My mom..."
Han Feng froze for a moment. He began recalling what his mother looked like, but unexpectedly, the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.
In the end, the pain became so severe that he clutched his head and crouched on the ground.
Su Qiao's heart jolted.
Could he really have suffered a head injury before?
"What's wrong?"
Han Feng raised his head, his face full of pain. "I... I suddenly have a headache. It feels like needles are stabbing me. I can't seem to remember what my mom looked like."
In just that short