Then I called my son Peng Guoqing, who was being doted on by the whole family. Suddenly, when he heard his mother was missing, he exploded: "If you don't like me, you can scold me. Why did you have to make my mother angry?"
General Peng was so angry at his son that he had a headache. "There's no point in arguing with me. Now find your mother first. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this... Forget it, go ahead and say whatever you want."
Secretary Bai has done his best to arrange it. The entire Peng family is squeezed into the villa rented by Secretary Bai, and everyone lives under the same roof. Now that Peng Guoqing knows about this, how can he keep it secret?
Mr. Peng made this call because he was wondering whether his wife would take a taxi back to her residence first, so that Peng Guoqing could meet her and write back.
Peng Guoqing did not disappoint his father's expectations. After hanging up the phone, he sold his father out completely.
Grandpa Peng was very angry. He put down the newspaper and searched the house for a stick, threatening to beat his disobedient son to death.
Grandma Peng was also angry. "He doesn't even cherish such a good daughter-in-law. He just makes Xiaoxiao angry every day."
On this side, General Peng was not idle either. He asked the driver to drive around the area a few more times while he got out of the car to look for it.
As the New Year draws to a close, the streets and alleys of Chengdu are filled with the festive atmosphere, with people selling Spring Festival couplets, New Year pictures, and various snacks and fruits.
The adults hold the children, and the family of three is having a lively time.
I don’t know how long we walked, but Mr. Peng wanted to call the police.
A child threw firecrackers at General Peng's feet. General Peng wanted to get angry but he couldn't do anything because the child who caused the trouble had already run away. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
Mrs. Peng squatted in front of a sugar figurine-turning stall, squeezed together with a group of children, watching with relish as the stall owner used a spoon to draw sugar paintings.
Mr. Peng, who was originally full of anger, suddenly disappeared when he saw his wife holding a sugar painting in each hand.
"Zhu Xiao!"
Mrs. Peng turned around holding the sugar painting and smiled brightly, but when she saw it was him, the smile disappeared.
Mr. Peng bowed his head in surrender: "I accept all of Mr. Liang's criticisms. From today on, I will definitely learn how to be a qualified father. Believe me."
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