The boy's eyes widened.
His features twisted with anger.
"I was the one who locked her in the car here!"
"In the car here!"
"Why do you keep asking me questions when you don't believe me?!"
Go look for yourselves!"
The boy's chest heaved violently.
Faint red veins appeared in his eyes.
Everyone around them was stunned by the boy's sudden outburst.
Especially the woman facing him.
She looked dazed.
"Luo Xialang."
The man scolded him in a low voice. "Is that any way to talk to your mother?"
The woman tugged at the man's hand.
"...It's all right."
This was also why she'd gradually stopped trying to manage the boy.
She never knew what would set him off.
She was a mild-tempered person.
She didn't like arguing with people.
When she had a disagreement with someone, she usually just ignored them.
But her own child was different.
Most of her arguments, so far, had been with him.
Every time she argued with her child, she felt utterly drained.
She thought he didn't understand how much thought she'd put into everything.
He thought she was self-righteous and too controlling.
His fierce resistance to her and his father left them both frustrated and helpless.
They were supposed to be the closest people in the world to each other.
So why did they keep glaring at each other and arguing as if they were enemies?
She didn't like it.
But she truly didn't know how to change things.
Eventually, she came to understand.
Since her child thought they meddled too much...
they would stop meddling.
Of course, he was still their child.
They couldn't just leave him entirely to his own devices.
But as long as he didn't do anything truly wicked, they would turn a blind eye