Once I Was 13 Years Old Part 2

Zi Long, ever the obedient bodyguard, immediately listened to his orders. He smirked and accelerated suddenly, and the teens in the backseat ended up slamming against the backrest in surprise as he began to weave through the streets. 

"Thanks Shang Jing," Jingwei said weakly, wiping his tears on his hands as snot began to fall from his nose. Shang Jing frowned in disgust and handed him a tissue box. "What would I do without you?"

"Probably die alone somewhere," Shang Jing said, before wincing at his poor choice of words. He didn't want to kick Jingwei when he was already down, but old habits of insulting other people were hard to break. 'Unlike your mother.  '

"True," Jingwei gave a watery little sniff. He didn't seem to mind Shang Jing's verbal slip, his mind still on more pressing issues, the weight of his mother's condition weighing heavily on his mind.