Old Mrs. Jia, "..."
Her son was born to be her nemesis. When he was up to no good, he would infuriate her to near death. Now that he's on the right path, he still manages to anger her to death.
Rather than being angered to death by him, she might as well beat him to death first.
Old Mrs. Jia looked around and picked up a broom to strike.
Jia Liang leaped far away in a split second, "Mom, can't you just talk? Why do you always have to resort to hitting?"
He wasn't afraid of a slap to the face, but a whack with a broomstick was a dark shadow from his childhood. It really hurt when hit with one.
Old Mrs. Jia raised the broomstick and pointed it at him, "Come here, come over so I can beat you to death."
Jia Liang stepped back again, "I'm not coming. If you kill me now, I'm sure to meet dad down there, and he's definitely going to give me another beating."
"So, if I don't beat you to death, you want me to just give you a beating?"
