"Did Zofia say something? No wonder she was so willing to give money just now, she's a two-faced creature. Wait until I get home, I'll slap her."
"Don't call me mom. I can't even make this decision, I think I should call you mom."
"..."
The phone was abruptly hung up. Aarav looked upset.
He clenched his lips and rubbed his hands, looking anxious.
He is eloquent in everyday conversation, and he always knows what to say.
But when it comes to important stuff, he's kinda like a fence-sitter.
As soon as his mother blew on him, he fell over.
After what seemed like an internal struggle, his face began to relax.
"Mom is right, if the doctor dares to do it, what are we afraid of?"
"Luca is indeed much shorter than his peers, I understand him very well, I also suffered from height inferiority when I was young."
"He's young, his body recovers quickly, let's do it if he wants."
"When Luca comes back, prepare some good food for him."
These words seemed to have comforted me, but in reality, they were just used to comfort himself.
He suddenly thought of something as he put on the shirt I had ironed for him.
"By the way, the toilet in the bathroom is filthy, don't forget to clean it later."