Screech!
The car swerved slightly as Xinyue Zhilan slammed the brakes, her hands gripping the steering wheel like she was trying to strangle it. Her head snapped toward him, her eyes wide with disbelief and a growing vein pulsing on her temple.
"WHICH ONE?! What the hell do you mean, 'which one'?!" she yelled, her voice climbing several octaves.
Wang Xiao leaned back in his seat, unfazed, his lips curling into a smug grin. "Exactly what I said. You're gonna have to be more specific, Mom."
"!!"
Xinyue Zhilan's mind went blank for a second before erupting into chaos. Sons really were worse—way worse. Daughters might drain your wallet with clothes and makeup, but sons? Sons would give you a heart attack with their sheer audacity.
"Are you... Are you trying to kill me before my time?!" she hissed, taking a deep breath to calm herself, though her hands were itching to grab something—preferably something throwable.