Even Wei Jing was staring at Tianming in shock.

“Mom!!” It had been so long since Tianming last saw his mother, whom he’d spent his entire childhood with, so how could Tianming not miss her? He rushed forward and picked her up by her waist as he swung her about, the two of them looking about the same age.

“I don’t recall my son being this strong,” Wei Jing was still visibly confused.

“Now you’ve learned something new about your son.” Tianming put his already dizzy mother back down.

“Hello Aunt Jing, I’m back with big brother Tianming.” At the same time, Feiling left Tianming’s body and politely greeted Wei Jing, holding the hem of her dress in her hands.

Only when Tianming pulled Feiling back to his chest did Wei Jing finally recover from her daze.

“What a monster,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Who calls their own son a monster?”

“That’s for harassing Ling’er in public. Come here Ling’er, and tell me if that brat ever bullied you.” Wei Jing beamed.

“Aunt Jing.” Feiling hopped over without a doubt and smiled mischievously at Tianming....