"Then, what do I do?" An Xiulan asked troubled.
"You figure out your life," Lu Xuan said with a shrug. "It can't revolve around mom all the time. Stop being a careless brat. Your careless attitude towards your health makes her paranoid. And find the purpose of life that is not mom and let her move on. She is in her late thirties. If she gets old, no man will like her. You don't want a man with a pot belly and bald head as a stepfather, do you?"
"My beautiful mom should have a beautiful man," An Xiulan pouted.
"Men are handsome, not beautiful," Lu Xuan corrected her.
"But mom is handsome," An Xiulan replied.
Lu Xuan thought for a moment and then nodded his head. "You are right."
It was true that their mom was the most handsome woman they had ever seen.
