Ning'er's voice, which sounded serious but had a playful tone, soon came from the phone: "Where are you rubbing your hands? I'm so happy."

"Hey, isn't this my son's place in the competition? Let's celebrate." Li Yi hurriedly handed the phone to Li Zheng, "Tell your mother the good news."

"Good evening." Li Zheng took the phone and reluctantly said hello.

In the camera, there is a smiling old mother, with glasses about as thick as Lao Li on the bridge of her nose, slightly unkempt short hair, wearing plain clothes, and no jewelry from head to toe.

When the old mother saw her eldest son, she laughed and scolded him: "Your hair looks like fried noodles. You are not good at studying."

"Ha, it's time to cut your hair." Li Zheng said with a smile.

Judging from the scene, Ning'er should be waiting for her flight at the airport, with several colleagues beside her.

However, Li Zheng suddenly felt a little distressed when he saw his old mother whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Although Ning'er's skin is well maintained, her voice is also sweet.

But her mottled white hair and nasolabial folds betrayed her age.

Looking at his old mother's slightly tired look, Li Zheng couldn't help but have a sore nose. He couldn't bear to take a closer look and just complained: "I didn't sleep well."

"You still have the nerve to say that!" An Ning scolded even more vigorously, "Who is knocking on the door and calling for express delivery?"
Chapter completed!