Sam!"
Ming Jia's gaze fell on the new approaching figure. It had been more than a month since she had seen her son's face and there was nothing she could do instead of waiting for him to come home or occasional grumbling. But here he was, walking towards her as if he hadn't caused her worries about his sudden disappearance.
"Maa!"
Sam grinned as he walked two steps at a time and picked his mom up in the air as he reached her. Feeling pain in his back and abdomen, he lowered her slowly back on the ground.
"Ah, don't pick me up! Don't! Don't! I'm not a kid!"
"But you are still my young and beautiful Maa," said Sam as he gave her a sheepish grin.
"Oh, really? I thought you were of the view that your mom died, that's why you never bothered to come home and visit your old parents," said Ming Jia as she folded her arms over her chest and looked at her son. Her eyes flashed with displeasure.
"Mom! Don't talk about death so casually!"
