Zhai Siqiao tried his best to calm him down. "Son, you should take it easy..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Zhai Tianlong waved his hand at his father, who was a little irritated. "Don't talk nonsense! Sister T is my idol! I'm not like you. I'm not interested in dating!"
"It's good that you're not like me." Zhai Siqiao nodded with relief. He was about to turn around and go back to the house when she suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned around; His eyes were wide open. "What are you saying? I'm not like that either. Luckily, your mother is not at home. If your mother heard this, she would make a fuss again!"
Zhai Tianlong checked that there were no messages from Sister T, then he put his phone back into his pocket. He hooked the boxing gloves hanging on the sandbag and put them on. He hit the sandbag twice and asked casually, "Where did my mother go?"
