"Mom, look, Link is now a world champion. Do you still think he's a bad kid?"
In the Times Square Hotel in New York, Taylor sat cross-legged on a couch, looking at Link writing Chinese characters on TV.
"He is indeed excellent now, but he has done bad things in the past, and I'm not making that up."
Mrs. Andrea placed a plate of washed blueberries on the table.
"Then will you still oppose our dating? Don't deny it, last time dad's paralysis was forced by you, right? I must say, dad's acting was terrible."
Taylor snorted.
Mrs. Andrea shook her head, not surprised by her daughter seeing through that incident. After all, her daughter was smart. She said with a light laugh, "Taylor, even if I don't stop you, it will be hard for you two to become boyfriend and girlfriend because you are both too busy. Like now, Link came back to Los Angeles after competing abroad, and you had no time to meet him."