When Jiang Xinyuan heard this, he immediately widened his eyes. After confirming that his father was not joking, he said seriously, "Then I'd better not become ugly. Let's do this. It's good to look good. Otherwise, Mom won't like me. Mom is still waiting for me to give her a massage. I'm going back."
Jiang Xinyuan jogged back to his mother's side. When he heard that the bad woman was still cursing in her heart, he was slightly relieved. It seemed like he did not miss any important news. However, just as he heaved a sigh of relief, he heard his mother ask him, "You've been running to the toilet. Did you eat something bad? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"
Jiang Xinyuan did not dare to speak.