"Fight for obedience, let mom have a look." Butong picked up his face, touched his forehead, didn't feel hot, and then he took a deep sigh of relief. "It's good if you don't have a fever. Tell mom, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"yes, it's uncomfortable here," said Yan Zheng, pointing to the position of his heart. "My father bullies my mother. I'm very angry about the dispute. I want to criticize my father."

Butong smiled with crooked eyes. "Dad didn't bully mom. It's too late for Dad to love mom. How could he bully mom?"

"but dad said yesterday that he would divorce his mother and fight for the iPad...