"Seventy years, a rarity in the ages past—reaching seventy is a milestone in life, highly valued in most families."
Lin Yingying had been worn out from being pestered by Long Fei the entire night. In the morning, her body felt weak and sluggish, and she laid in bed for a long time, reluctant to get up.
Long Fei, on the other hand, was full of energy. He got up early, took a shower, and even went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.
Little Kirin came downstairs after getting dressed, sat in the kitchen, and unhappily asked Long Fei, "Dad, were you fighting with Mom last night?"
Long Fei, holding a frying pan, put it down and frowned at Little Kirin, "Why would you ask that? What fight?"
Little Kirin pouted and said, "Don't lie to me. I heard Mom yelling. She was going 'Ah! Ah!' in pain. If you didn't hit her, who did?"
"Huh?"
